through the streets of hangover city, 3055

[householdriot]

last night, me and the nikkmeister went on a mini pub crawl of the greater hangover city vicinity. it wasn't intentional. i drank two long blacks (440mL can of premixed scotch and cola) and i was suddenly a fan of going to my 'local' that i had never been to before, the grand view hotel. the hours of operation were painted on the front window as being "opens early and closes late" which i loved the vagueness of. so we get there and walk into a big cloud of smoke, and all the people turn and look at us like we're aliens - and we kinda were. we got a couple of pots and a packet of tasty jacks and stood by the window, due to there being not enough chairs. it was a bit awkward so we left and went to the railway hotel which i didn't mind on this occasion, but we only stayed for one drink and then upon leaving, nik broke a glass and one of the locals yelled "TAXI". then we went to the vic and got a pot and watched that aussie comedy show on sbs with those people who tell you how to live a better life and whatever. we met the captain and went for dinner to a nepalese restaurant on sydney road and nik ate a goat. then we went back to the vic because we said we would, and we saw that dinosaur jnr were coming. we bade fare thee well to the captain and walked back to the grand view.... th oh! now we were a little bit blind and so were all the feral locals. when we walked in, one of them said "welcome back fellas", so they must have all taken notice that we had been in earlier. we stood at the bar with a guy wearing a t-shirt with a tiger on it and a tiger on his cap as well. later on, we discovered that his name is Tiger and he only wears clothes with tigers on them. i met a nice short girl named olivia who was blind and dancing to midnight oil. she told me that this was the last night that the pub was open, because it had been taken over by new people. she was wearing a really short denim skirt, and let's just say that she maybe shouldn't have. the bar maid was about 70 years old and named mary. she had retired a year ago, but she still worked there because she must love it. they had run out of carlton draught on tap so we had to buy stubbies. a middle aged (or slightly older) gentleman approached nik in an aggressive manner and said he wasn't welcome at the pub. nik didn't know what to do and started stuttering something in defence, before the man burst out laughing and displayed his fine array of 3 teeth and shook nik's hand and said "only joking mate". it was so entertaining we had to stay for another beer, and then the blind publican had to start changing the music. we listened to the sunny boys, the dynamic hepnotics, the go-betweens and led zep. tiger took out the rubbish so mary would let him bum a ciggie. i bought all three of us a bundy and coke and tiger was so grateful. he said we should have seen him earlier in the day when he was blind. me and nik were amazed he could possibly have been any more blind than he was as he sat there saying this. i really wanted to dance with the ferals, but i was a bit scared to. as we left, tiger asked to borrow a fiver because his cheque didn't come in for another 2 weeks.
i'm so upset it's being taken over - i'll really miss that place
*sob*