Brain damage is ah.....rarely good

So it's been a long week plus day,
since bloggers around have heard my say,
this absense's too long, it must be broken,
though long overdue, my stories are now spoken.

Many things transpired in the passing week,
like finally suceeding my friendship seek,
my facebook inbox continues to pile,
hence me blogging in a poetic style.

Last saturday saw the birthday of Lauren, a friend,
she held a big party, as is the trend,
there I met Taylor, a pretty cool bloke,
not to mention, my mother tongue he spoke.

Lauren's mum is awesomely insane,
she totally rocked out to Fountains of Wayne,
when we chanted "she's got it going on",
the lit up D-floor she dance upon.

These events occured on a Friday night,
but it was just the start of our social plight,
for Saturday night we would all go out,
hit the clubs, and uncontrolably shout.

For me, Shan's house was the first destination,
pre-drinks; to fight the drinks inflation,
but it was kept quiet in a discrete sort of manner,
it was all a facade, to play Hannah Montana.

Then off in Nathan's car, headed for the Regatta,
the entree meal for our Saturday night platter,
drinking and gambling and friends to see,
Nathan got in with a fake I.D.

Then off to the R.E, we made our way,
Birthday girl Lauren, leading the way,
looking tall must be one of Maddi's zeals,
coz she was walking around in 2 foot heals.

At the R.E our fun was resumed,
chatting and singing and alcohol consumed,
and once confirmed we were reasonably tipsy,
off to the valley, to bash up a gypsie.

Off to UJ's, Tilly said its not a club,
but how can I trust one with the intelligence of a grub?
alas I was wrong, a club it was not,
though we drunk and danced and had a nice frot.

A solid hour past, change of venue was in need,
our God Sam Killoran, met our desperate plead,
through a friend of a friend connection,
into the Met we went, without rejection.

We were blessed with half naked dancing chicks,
as well as a Mr Brightside remix,
though the night grew old, weariness creeped in,
and we were all fucking hungry, Macca's for the win.

We pussy-footed around for the good part of an hour,
all we wanted now was a bed and a shower,
so we hailed a taxi from the side of the street,
myself dissappointed, we didnt go to the Beat.

So that sum's up my eventful few nights,
i think i've completely integrated with whites,
on an ending note, some cheerful news,
The Eye-Whisper's made their opponents lose :D

Hopefully this week marks for more frequent posts,
that's if i don't get raped by a horde of ghosts.