My day
Current mood: 
peaceful
Category: Automotive
I woke up on ali’s couch yesterday. We went to Lennox’s for french toast and poached eggs. The bacon was nice but I wasn’t sure maple syrup was apt at 12 o clock in the day. I also wasn’t sure if I was the right orientation to be eating there.
We mulled over the idea of watchin the chelsea game in the barge but when it started to drizzle and the eggs began to suffocate my lower intestine we thought it best to remain Camden Street bound.
It wasn’t long before we hobbled into the Bleedin Horse and propped ourselves onto a table facing eight guys with Oktoberfest heads. Ali got sick at half time so we decided to have one more and head home for pie.
We left the Horse and stumbled upon boylesports. I had 2:1 to liverpool and the fat old guy told me Torres was injured. My scummy Irish blood urged me to back Keane but my common sense told me he’d bottle it quick as look at the Kop. Ali’s Zaki as first goal scorer and 3:1 to the Pool was sneered at by all three blokes behind the bullet-proof glass. I suppose it didn’t help that I had a bowler hat and skirt on and spelled Kuyt as Kite (just for kicks).
Pocketing our respective 28/1 and 348/1 slips with a knowing grin, we high tailed it out of sausageland and made our merry way back to porto. Cans were cracked and corn was popped, I won’t bore anyone with the details.
We had the €1,875 spent on t-shirts, cigarettes, champagne and a trip to Anfield about 35 minutes into the game. But that asshole Zaki got greedy just before half time and we were left broken and boozed. Luckily Valencia was sent off in the 75th so Ali got hit worse than me. A moral victory for the naive in a way.
After the final whistle we retired to the roof. There we played ’drink the alcohol whilest dancing to soudtracks holding an umbrella and sparkler’ -not a great name granted but at least there’s no surprises. I like to think that I won that too, at least some blonde chick walking along the canal signaled that I was doing well while the brown haired woman with the six year old kid was less impressed. Can’t swing a hooker without offending some stupid bitch I guess.
Hot Skater Dad was walking passed with his skateboard and kid around sundown. He heard me referr to him in said manner. In true Hot Skater Dad form he used his kid and board to start chatting to us. We got as far as slurring ‘Awh he’s so cute’ before Ali tried to burn the little thing with Hallowe’en. I lost interest after I realised the guy was probably happily married and sat back to finish my Kopperburg mixed berry.
Ali threw up again before either Dancing on Ice or Strictly come Dancing. To be honest I had no idea what we were watching cause I was more interested in the two bikes on the living room floor. Then Graham came over.
It all gets a bit hazy from here.
Last I remember was cycling down Camden Street with the full intention of getting into Whelans to bring Cyndie Lauper home for Ali’s birthday.
I came home with a 20 pack of silk cut purple instead.
