Party time - Kirky's leaving do...!
Saturday
Did I mention that I thought Newtown was a pretty cool joint? I managed to book this Turkish/Lebenese restaurant. Downstairs it looked like a sh1tehole, but upstairs was where it was all at. Two rooms, with the reclined seats that you relax at cross-legged with the 1 foot high tables. There was to be a belly dancer as well - so the scene was set. Neily and Scott were murdering each other in Wargames. Adrian was out watching Rugger league with Kirsten. Troods and I debated the merits of attending an anti-Iran invasion rally before electing to nurse our hangovers and the scene was set!
Fred had just moved into a new gaff in Bondi with a German Widow in her thirties (you SLUT Fred, how do ya do it?!). His only competition an Alsatian... Fred had a very nice manner with me in South Merton and I'm sure it extends to other well trained animals!!
Actually, those of ya that know me won't be surprised to discover that I turned up on time! Of course, this was despite not having to pick Fred up in the new ''van of camp''. I was also picking the lovely Amanda up as well and despite getting lost in the (facking) one way systems, got there in a fairly timely manner. Giving Amanda and Owen the tour causes some concerns for Owen but Amanda is happy to take the co-pilots seat - waytago - and off we chug merrily to the restaurant!
After everyone is in and we've ordered a delicious looking buffet meal, the belly dancer gets in - ta da. I'd discovered that the table next to us is there for one of the lads birthdays - 32 as well - bless! The dancer comes in looking like what can only be described as a red dalek! This is dropped and then the belly wobbling begins. The girl is excellent actually and she drags birthday boy up for some humiliation! My group, led by Fred (cheers mate), are shouting for me to go up and so I do! Fred is howling at me - fit to split his sides and fair play - he gets up with Trudi and dances with the belly dancer. I'd like to say 'white men can't dance' but I reckon I was better.... ;-0)
The food was absolutely delicious and came out at regular intervals for consumpting!! Providing plenty of time for us to entertain ourselves. Fred's mate - Dave - demonstrates his 'tarantula' party trick for us! And he was such a quiet and polite lad at first... The demon booze!
This is the birthday boy and the leaving do boy - Birthday boy is newly married and they've a new addition to the family on the way! Congrats mate.
Afters? We met up with Adrian, Kirsten and gang.... Coming?
Did I mention that I thought Newtown was a pretty cool joint? I managed to book this Turkish/Lebenese restaurant. Downstairs it looked like a sh1tehole, but upstairs was where it was all at. Two rooms, with the reclined seats that you relax at cross-legged with the 1 foot high tables. There was to be a belly dancer as well - so the scene was set. Neily and Scott were murdering each other in Wargames. Adrian was out watching Rugger league with Kirsten. Troods and I debated the merits of attending an anti-Iran invasion rally before electing to nurse our hangovers and the scene was set!
Fred had just moved into a new gaff in Bondi with a German Widow in her thirties (you SLUT Fred, how do ya do it?!). His only competition an Alsatian... Fred had a very nice manner with me in South Merton and I'm sure it extends to other well trained animals!!
Actually, those of ya that know me won't be surprised to discover that I turned up on time! Of course, this was despite not having to pick Fred up in the new ''van of camp''. I was also picking the lovely Amanda up as well and despite getting lost in the (facking) one way systems, got there in a fairly timely manner. Giving Amanda and Owen the tour causes some concerns for Owen but Amanda is happy to take the co-pilots seat - waytago - and off we chug merrily to the restaurant!
After everyone is in and we've ordered a delicious looking buffet meal, the belly dancer gets in - ta da. I'd discovered that the table next to us is there for one of the lads birthdays - 32 as well - bless! The dancer comes in looking like what can only be described as a red dalek! This is dropped and then the belly wobbling begins. The girl is excellent actually and she drags birthday boy up for some humiliation! My group, led by Fred (cheers mate), are shouting for me to go up and so I do! Fred is howling at me - fit to split his sides and fair play - he gets up with Trudi and dances with the belly dancer. I'd like to say 'white men can't dance' but I reckon I was better.... ;-0)
The food was absolutely delicious and came out at regular intervals for consumpting!! Providing plenty of time for us to entertain ourselves. Fred's mate - Dave - demonstrates his 'tarantula' party trick for us! And he was such a quiet and polite lad at first... The demon booze!
This is the birthday boy and the leaving do boy - Birthday boy is newly married and they've a new addition to the family on the way! Congrats mate.Afters? We met up with Adrian, Kirsten and gang.... Coming?
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