So, Friday I ended up drinking in the union with a couple of friends, just generally shooting the shit and putting the world to rights. Hell, it beats the soul destroying having to look for a full time job cos someone else fucked things up for me.
So, one of my friends left and I was left with a crazy lesbian from Canadia (and no, that’s not a typo. Might explain later). She decided that she wants to go to a gay bar and asks if I want to go along. I say sure, why not? a) beats drinking on my own and b) possibility of kareoke.
So we go along, after I get more cash and she makes a phone call and yay! they do have kareoke that night! We get drinks and my friend introduces me to the barmaid as…
John.
And then she realises her mistake. They then chat for a bit and then we meet another of my friends friends and she intrioduces me to her as…
Wait for it…
You won’t believe this (unless, of course, you do)…
John.
So I decide that if she’s going to keep calling me John, I should get to call her Lou. She’s fine with that as long as I call her Luke.
So, yeah. Luke my lesbian friend from Canadia. Did I mention that neither of us are particularly sane?
I sing on kareoke, have a bit too much to drink, flirt outrageously with a girl and generally have fun.
(A quick aside: it’s strange. Normally when I meet someone of to opposite sex for the first time I’m incredibly quiet. But when it’s in a gay bar I can flirt for Britain.)
Anyway, I’m going to go because my hands don’t seem to be working anymore and this took way longer and with way more typos than it really should have.
But before I go, I’ll repeat the question I asked in a previous entry:
WHO WANT’S ME TO MAKE THEM A MIX CD?
Will
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