News from one fucked weekend

Thursday 17 August 2006

It was yet another birthday weekend... and Judge forced us to hit the Madhatter on Thursday night for a deshtroyer of a 25th birthday - total disregard for the fact that some of us have real, client-facing jobs!

Dude, hats off, it was seriously well attended - who knew you had so many acquaintences and half-friends!

That was our first Thursday at the 'Hatter for a long time, but it was relatively quiet. But it was a good return. Holy cow were there some SERIOUS belters (meaning the Millers chickie).

The bee-ya-yatches...


Carlsberg had a foosball promo going on. The promo girls had it going on too.


Some of the gents. And the newest, latest and greatest (and tallest) Chump of the lot - Stretch. Dude even makes Judge look small.


Big Brian whipped out the gangsta-assed bling like no other with some serious ice wrapped around his wrists. And then I couldn't help but sneek a pic of the biggest crack attack ever. Shit but that was nasty!


But no doubt the highlight of the night (make that 3am Friday morning) was the Steers on the way home. Holy crap but that the best food ever. Not to mention probably some of the best entertainment from the birthday boy himself.


Good birthday guy! I'm glad you invented everything to make it a massive night. Like thanks for making Manhattan, hot chicks and alcohol. You're the best.

Saturday, 19 August 2006
Jamma and his man-wife Mackers had a digs party, which was about as massive as a Kurt Darren concert at the loxion. Quite a kriek-kriek night. Nice try boys. Less auditors, more hot chicks. Got it?

'Til next weekend...