...from doing all the birds he'd really like to.
or something,.
So, last night was another friends Birthday bash, and we begin in the Ghostly Whore's Ears pub.
Where the previous tenants have nicked off with the speakers, so you sit in silence, cautious that every word is overheard. But a few drinkles later, everyone is happy.
So a couple of us trundle off for a bout of Psytrance clubbery!
Yes, Xym, The Mardy Otters and The Phoarder went to Calm a Café in the cellar to "rave out" in the hard dance acid rave that is Psytrance.
Pissed and passed out patrons on the sofa - exactly how at THOSE prices, I don't know! But we were loving it! Riverdancing, Hoe-Downs, Twerking, Zumba - we know how to partay!
And then The Phwoarder showed us how to gas peddle up against a wall, and naturally, Xym was encouraged with all his new exercised energy & slimness to mount the wall in inverse twerkage to entertain The Pretties.
And so he did.
What Xym did not cater for, was the slimey slipperyness of the wall in question, and the venue's laxity of attention to Health and Safety, leading to wall descent entanglement with floor strewn electrical cables, thus ripping electrial plugs out of the sockets, disengaging the flex from the appliance, and leading to an imbalance upon the table, resulting in the toppling of the hand-held UV lamp and the shatterage of the blacklight bulb, providing a shower of scattered shards upon the dance floor.
Which was amusing.
But The Phwoarder had to leave early, and Chivalrous Xym once more performed Gentlemanly Escortage to ensure the safety of Pretties.
So, a top night!
And today was the Birthday Lunch at The Queen Of I Seen Knee.
Which would have been great, if not for the lack of stuffed balls, the presence of Smash and shoe leather, and not being able to revisit the bar due to embarassment thanks to a Mardy Otter approaching the hot, hot, hot, white haired Barbabe, and "making enquiries".
Y'all know The Xym - totally afear'd of approaching people in general, let alone Pretties. And then Mr G lets Pretties know Xym likes them, so Xym is now doubly shy. Then carps on about Going For It, or Asking For Her Number, making Xym triply embarassed, and even more in a panic!
Pressure, pressure, pressure! The Xym don't like it!!
One day, though, I will surprise you all! Xym will man up, approach one of the Pretties he so admires, engage in converse, and mayhap even get somewhat close.
But that day is not one in which he is pestered and badgered and forced into doing it!
