Right, so I went out last night, we planned to have a special Western-party. A pal of mine loves those shitty western-movies. Okay, you know, actually you can just HATE them, but if you watch them from another point of view (don't ever take westerns / easterns serious, or you'll be bored to death, laugh about them, for example, listen to those unbelievable dull phrases and stuff, give yourself western-names (I was Pedro, we had a Pablo, Mary, Bill, Sanchez, Esmeralda and loads of Greenhorns), or watch out for tire-tracks in the sand coming from cars or whatever. Every second western has them. I guess they come from the camera-cars) - then you'll learn to get more fun out of a western than of every comedy.
So, we had this Western-night, originally with those annoying toy-pistols stolen from our little brothers or whomever, banging around. We even had sombreros and ponchos and all the crap. I never looked this shitty.
Anyway, whil drinking endless bottles of Desperados, Gin Tonic and Tequila, we watched one western after another. Then we got out (still packed up in the cowboy-outfit), totally drunk, we had one man (Sanchez), who didn't drink that much (a bit rum maybe) who drove us to a little b-day celebration of my workmate (a SHE and this she looks like flewn right out of a manga, I loved her from the very beginning) where we got more drunk, got to know a coiffeuse who cutted our hair quite nice, rolled down the stairs afterwards and drove to the club I work at thursday nights.
We had a few more drinks, annoyed the one or another person, spoke to many young and pretty girls, got home alone because we stank like cowboys (dirt in the face and whiskey on the ponchos) and behaved like full on morons and then ended up being nearly caught by civil-cops while driving over a red traffic light
I can't even think of going to work tomorrow again
Have a pleasent new week everyone
Thanx for the thread, Zed (rhymed again)