We Pay Them A Visit.

Thursday night was so bizarre. One minute I was lounging on my Dark Bovine leather couch at The HQ, snacking on a Woolworths Tikka chicken meal - whilst picking my nose and flicking it out the window - and the next minute I found myself at Alba Lounge in the Waterfront, throwing back copious amounts of Jameson down my throat.

How did I get there?

Was I drugged?

Who is paying for the drinks?

Why is Some Other Guy wearing that dodgy shirt?

These were the questions racing through my mind. Thankfully we had a camera on hand for dexterity purposes. (As well as for Facebook)

These Cocktails Are Amazing

Some Other Guy and Claus lose their minds explaining how good the cocktails are, as The Girlfriend looks bemused. They were pretty amazing though. They were so good that Some Other Guy vowed to name his first born “Long Beach Ice Tea”, a name which could obviously apply to either a daughter and son.

Earmuff Time

The Girlfriend had a few shots of Jägers, and understandably then began swearing like a sailor. Dashing to protect Kim from the vulgarity, Claus and Paul quickly covered her ears with their heads. Phew, that was a close one!

Let Me Tell You A Story.

Some Other Guy felt compelled to share with everyone the amazing tale of the night he developed his now famous bright red ears. Spoilers: It involved tobasco sauce, a pair of pliers and a high stakes dance-off with legendary Afrikaans singer, Kurt Darren.

So Intriguing.

Paul and Claus found the story very intriguing.

Unbelievable.

The high stakes dance-off with legendary Afrikaans singer, Kurt Darren really had them going.

The night quickly sailed by, in a haze of Jamesons, Long Beach Ice Teas, and Virgin Daiquiris. (we hate whorish drinks, in these here parts)

The evening eventually came to an end once Some Other Guy decided to disco dance with The Girlfriend on the steps outside, and accidently fell over the railing and into the icy ocean below, where he nearly froze. But didn’t.

Sorry Some Other Guy, it was an unfortunate accident. I didn’t mean to back into you like that.

Till next Thursday then.

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