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oh Alex, what have you done to yourself
photo taken circa last night, at work, just before he hurled on the carpet
Fortunately the reason he hurled was the same reason it wasnt a big deal, he hadn't eaten anything (far as I know anyway). 2 and a half paper towels and some Jif (or possibly dishwashing liquid) and it was all sorted.
The night kicked off at 5pm. Being Free Beer Friday the boss put a $100 bar tab on the already cheap work bar, as well as free pizza. From 5 - 6:30ish I drank pints of Black Russians and participated in a pretty epic Street Fighter II tournament. One of the dudes from finance was pretty fucking badass.
Then Campbell turned up and got onto the premix Fights. It didnt even occur to me that he hadnt eaten, but he didnt seem to care.
Lost time there for a while, the wake up call came when the people that had replaced me came in and told me they were clocking off their 8 hour shift.
Laura turned up for the graveyard and showed me how to get up on the roof of the building. Wandered around up there for a while and yelled incoherently at the night sky.
Followed hot secretary Charlotte and her hot mates to the Exchange. Thats right I said the Exchange. Me and Alex coupled up with a girl each and managed to get in despite being drunk like Yeltsin and we wasted no time buying as many ridiculously expensive drinks as we could.
Had a bit of a dance, or possibly a lot of a dance. I got to witness the Alex Campbell Girlie Vortex first-hand. Shit was amazing.
Tried to get into the PO to see nF, but apparently our identical spotless Adidas Superstars were too casual, and the guy behind us in the busted ass Asics with oil stains was a fashion icon.
Back to the Exchange for a bit, then I went back to work to get my shit ready for a cab ride home.
Somewhere between I <3 Ahmeds and the elevator Alex went downhill at an alarming rate. By the time we hit level 10 he was barely bipedal. After the aformentioned bootage and a quick breather I managed to get him in a cab and we took off at Top Speed back north.
Soon enough he was outside his front door, trying to unlock it using the keyless entry to his WRX. Mrs Campbell appeared and took him inside. I think hes in big trouble now.
^ Charlotte. Hot, despite having giant ape hands (her words).
^ Off the roof. Shitty photo, but it matches the quality of my eyesight at the time perfectly.
^ Swim home, you mad little bastard
Good times.
photo taken circa last night, at work, just before he hurled on the carpet
Fortunately the reason he hurled was the same reason it wasnt a big deal, he hadn't eaten anything (far as I know anyway). 2 and a half paper towels and some Jif (or possibly dishwashing liquid) and it was all sorted.
The night kicked off at 5pm. Being Free Beer Friday the boss put a $100 bar tab on the already cheap work bar, as well as free pizza. From 5 - 6:30ish I drank pints of Black Russians and participated in a pretty epic Street Fighter II tournament. One of the dudes from finance was pretty fucking badass.
Then Campbell turned up and got onto the premix Fights. It didnt even occur to me that he hadnt eaten, but he didnt seem to care.
Lost time there for a while, the wake up call came when the people that had replaced me came in and told me they were clocking off their 8 hour shift.
Laura turned up for the graveyard and showed me how to get up on the roof of the building. Wandered around up there for a while and yelled incoherently at the night sky.
Followed hot secretary Charlotte and her hot mates to the Exchange. Thats right I said the Exchange. Me and Alex coupled up with a girl each and managed to get in despite being drunk like Yeltsin and we wasted no time buying as many ridiculously expensive drinks as we could.
Had a bit of a dance, or possibly a lot of a dance. I got to witness the Alex Campbell Girlie Vortex first-hand. Shit was amazing.
Tried to get into the PO to see nF, but apparently our identical spotless Adidas Superstars were too casual, and the guy behind us in the busted ass Asics with oil stains was a fashion icon.
Back to the Exchange for a bit, then I went back to work to get my shit ready for a cab ride home.
Somewhere between I <3 Ahmeds and the elevator Alex went downhill at an alarming rate. By the time we hit level 10 he was barely bipedal. After the aformentioned bootage and a quick breather I managed to get him in a cab and we took off at Top Speed back north.
Soon enough he was outside his front door, trying to unlock it using the keyless entry to his WRX. Mrs Campbell appeared and took him inside. I think hes in big trouble now.
^ Charlotte. Hot, despite having giant ape hands (her words).
^ Off the roof. Shitty photo, but it matches the quality of my eyesight at the time perfectly.
^ Swim home, you mad little bastard
Good times.