After getting some supplies for the last club night of the half
season, I was politely asked to pick up Andy and Dwight, I mean Blake and Brown
since they are responsible lads and prefer not to drive under the influence. I
knew I owed my scoring pair for all the hard work they had done this season and
they deserved the off time. We were going to pick up Spud, but we were informed
that he wasn’t allowed to go since players like Mick and Shooter booze too much
and get a little messy.
So off to Mutual we were, thankfully there were other people
dressed up and we didn’t look like complete noobs. Basil’s dream finally came through
and he was able to dress like a woman. I think he came as Zena? Vis as
InspectHerGadget, Piles as Captain Cock and Spur as Th Ass-asin. I think I got
all of those right? The Men’s 1s and 2s had decided of the theme of SuperHero’s
that didn’t make TV.
Besides the fact that Piles had built the biggest bonfire in
history and we would only be eating on Sunday, things were looking up for the
evening. I heard many comments flying around that there was no way that anyone
would be able to beat the amazing Graffiti Party the previous month, but this
looks like it could be turning into a close race for second place.
The award for best dressed went to Captain Cock, those pink
tights really made his eyes pop! Best dressed woman was a three-way tie with
the Tarty-Trio. Also there was a darts competition Sparky getting a huge total
of 39 from 6 darts, narrowly beating off Agent’s left boot to take bottom spot.
Basil came out tops thanks to his days as a hussler.
There were a couple of of raffle prizes that were handing
out. Obviously with the 3s deciding to dominate in raffles as well, Blake
walked away with a bottle. Some of the ladies 2s even put in the effort to get
there after their game. Good Job.
As the evening was quieting down and it looked like everyone
was going their own separate ways, someone (and
I still don’t know who this was) decided to shout “To the Ox”. But of
course everyone thought this would be a marvellous idea – for some reason. So
we all decided to make the 1km journey to the place where dreams are lost but
the beer flows like water.
Blake making his usual exit with a Pick n Pay packet full of
boeries and getting in the car and turning around and looking at Brown (face
covered in chocolate alcoholic cream , eyeballs semi rolled back) realising he
was completely smashed and that we should keep an eye on him before he starts
hitting on the kitchen staff. Apparently Getrude behind the bar looks like
quite a belter after a couple of brants. Probably the reason that I stay away
from them.
Then the ladies decided to take over the karaoke evening. And
OMF I have heard squealing cats sound much better. #ToldThem. And Agent with
his eyes on the prize (see below). Bbbrrrrfffffftttt. Wa wa we wa.
Blake (or Dr. Saaaartenstein) was on hand to sign a few
autographs. So good to see him giving back to the community, what a champ. We
decided that it was time to make our way back home. Looking at Brown in his
dodgy pleather jacket (making him look like Trinity from The Matrix) he looked
ready for a nights work on Voortrekker.
The next mornings events were….lets just say eventful. Dodo
getting really caught up in her game of hide and seek. Rumors of Deny getting
and early morning eviction notice. And with a couple of people wasting their
free minutes talking to peoples voice mail.
All in all another great night for the Green and Blue.
Whens the next one?
Yours in awesomeness
Tosser
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