What a strange weekend was just had. Despite doing almost nothing I am still feeling about a week behind in sleep, which makes the surreal events of the weekend feel more like a bad whacky monkey dream instead of actual semi-real-life events…You see it all starts on Thursday. Martin Lawrence’s ‘National Security’ is NOT a funny film, ignore any reports you may have heard from your local taste-spastic journalist! This film is to be avoided at all costs. Okay, it wasn’t that bad, but it wasn’t terribly good either. I was always under the impression that action-comedies involved action, explosions, and funny jokes. None, nope, and not even close Martin Lawrence!
And then after that wasted night came Friday – the fun day. What started off as an amusing night of intense drinking and vicious Monopoly ended up as a cold and sombre night walking the streets. When the ever-popular Miss Nuffles had to leave the party prematurely to attend some more pressing matters the night started to take a dive. Throw in the fact that the Bulldogs beat the Sydney Roosters (and as such we lost $30 on SportsBet) it was almost enough to bring tears into the eyes of at least one other boy, and that’s without adding in the affect of full-strength unfiltered dirty old man cigarettes.
Instead of being a fun Friday night in, it ended up being more like attending the wake after a funeral and toasting to the loss of a great old friend of ours, Nuff’s virginity. *Sign of the cross*. And although that boat sailed hoooome a long, long time ago now it seems there is a couple boys out there still unable to understand what is truly involved in a sex life; ie. Sex. Real life sex! Not phone sex, cyber sex or imaginary home alone on a cold night with just yourself sex, no I mean real life consensual sex, preferably with a member of the opposite sex. Not that I can talk about said topic from experience, but at least I’ve read about the benefits of it all in a book somewhere. Okay, it was in a cheap and sleazy magazine not a book, but the message is still the same. That’s it, I’m going to be quiet now!
Saturday and Sunday seemed to fly by some how, but there were still a few highlights. John Cutter managed to pick up one of the Jay Jay’s girl (I’m sure he’ll tell you the story himself soon!), while Gavin-Joel and I had some quality times racing mini-cars around the City Beach surf shop with some incredibly attractive young ladies – and who said chicks want sophisticated, mature men these days anyway?!? HA!
But that’s it friends, the weekend in a nutshell. I hope yours was far more exciting,
Jake Jameson.
