Well it certainly was another fun weekend (and by fun, I mean drunken).
It all started when Miss Contradiction and I started drinking at the spiritual home on Friday afternoon. Somehow several hours magically passed and we were at the Blues Point Hotel, we haven't been there since they've reopened it after the fire. We were leering drunkenly at strangers and I started reminiscing about the time I had a bad Crohn's Disease episode in the toilets three or so years ago (not a pretty story).
Eventually one of our many nemesises put in a surprise appearance (let's call him Missingham because that's his name) so we made a hasty exit back to the spiritual hole.
Once again several hours magically passed and all of a sudden Naroomina loomed up. Miss Contradiction decided to desert us for 'someone who shall remain nameless' so we ended up stumbling around until the early hours stalking Will. I tried to woo him unsuccessfully by showing him an old video card of my parents I keep in my wallet (don't ask). Naroomina was mainly starstruck and felt like she was living in the pages of a Dolly magazine circa 1998.
We also had another brush with fame of sorts. Some bald Irish guy tried to chat us up when we were lurking downstairs and claimed to be the brother of some guy who won Australian Idol last year. My first response was "Who?" because I don't watch the show. Then when I realised who he was talking about I said that I hated his brother and he was an awful singer. Amazingly the guy kept standing there like we owed him something. I owe him nothing, I don't vote for that stupid show and even if I did it wouldn't be for the bald Irish guy whose name I don't know.
Saturday night Miss Contradiciton piked so Naroomina and I headed into the Cross for a change of scene. We ended up at the Bourbon where we got chatted up by an 18 year old whose opening line was 'how old are you ladies' then 'where do you live' followed by 'I'm not trying to get into your pants'. Smooth.
We headed back to the spiritual home for some more Will stalking but unfortunately he was in the piano bar and as we both hate the piano bar (or the dry cleaners as I like to call it, as it's the best place to pick up a suit) there was not much stalking to be had. As there were no other minor celebrities on hand to stalk and harass we decided to call it a night and head home.
The end.
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Well I had the pleasure of meeting Will last night.
In fact it was quite embarrasing!!
My brother is out from the UK (and as you know us Poms all love H&A).
I took him to the C-Lounge so he could see what a great pub I drink in. When we got to the bar none other than Will was serving us.
My brother who was quite drunk at this point kept calling him WIll and asking him about H&A.
Anyway in the end, he came over for a chat and had his photo taken with Bro. I think it's made his stay in Sydney.
Will (or Zac) is a nice guy, was up for a laugh but I think it was because Sunday nights at the hole are boring.
Your brother is a legend!!
I wish i had the guts to actually harass Will rather than just leering at him from afar...
Don't you have a video card of some description you can use as a way in?
I wouldn't know who this guy is if I fell over him.
I was in bed by 9.30 on Saturday night. Pathetic isn't it?
Quite.
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