Suitably suited up we filed up outside Wellington’s crappiest drinking establishment at precisely five past twelve, AM that is. Shooters on a Wednesday night has a large assortment of under priced drinks and under dressed students all doing their best headless chicken impressions on the dance floor. However we were not there to dance, no not at all, we had a clearly defined mission, get slaughtered.
As we were all bank people, not only do we look like money, we smell like it too, it comes from working with it albeit in electronic form all day. Since most of us have no social lives most of us actually have money to spend so this was the time to put ones money where ones mouth was, so to speak, or should it be, so to drink?. Fortunately this was no great struggle as a round of beer for seven people was only $21.
Suddenly we were everyone’s best friend, as typically one is inclined to believe when one is drunk, however in our case it was true, this is probably because Dave A decided that the way to make friends was buying them tequila. In my experience buying someone tequila is a good way to have ones first lesbian experience, but that’s another story altogether.
Four of five shots of tequila later, Heng swears I had seven but that seems impossible as I don’t appear to be a lesbian yet, we hit The Big Kumara where they have a half decent live band that plays songs that all drunk people can sing along to at a volume that no one can hear the drunk people singing. In all honesty it was great.
As for Thursday at work, Shane H summed it up with the words “I want to cry”. It appears that he’s good at summing stuff up.
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