Weed out.

It's been about a month since my last blog, to be totally honest, the last month has been pretty damn boring. Went to a few outings, and finding things always the same as the last time I went out. Melbourne's nightlife is just... The same.

Friday 9th of October however was just a little different from a usual night of randomness. As usual the night started with a unplanned outing, then followed by me realizing wearing shorts and sandles was totally a bad idea when you're trying to get into clubs / pubs. Not even places that I go quite regularly liked the fact that I was not following the dress code.

Note: Sports bar has a LOT of 40 year old people, and I feel sorry for the 2 Bercardi girls who had to wear skimps and bring them drinks, harassment are always not welcomed.

A detour at Ann's work turned into a philosophical conversation with a 40 year old man about "sorry day" and the Australian outback. Which led to a free drink from the nice gentleman. It seems that he's going through some troubles in life with his family as well, and I wish him the best of luck with that.

It was also the first night I've ever gone to this place called Pony, sure it sounded cute, but what's inside shows what Melbourne's alternative culture is truly like. After walking in there and sitting down, I felt really really gross... There were midget girls, guys wearing balaclavas, freaky looking Asian kids with really weird hair and of course, the blasting of grunge rock music filled the small 2 story complex.

Note: Never walk around in crowded places with little or no shoes.

Next couple of places was somewhere familiar, Eurotrash was really cold, but we still manage to spend a few hours dancing away followed by me hitting on a lovely girl in a red dress. This was of course semi alcohol induced in combined with peer pressure. (Turned out her boyfriend was about a meter behind her, so she gave me a hug said she was flattered and it ended with that. Haha).

Note: When it's past 2 am, door bitches don't really give a shit what your wearing.

The night ended with the three of us (Patty, which we picked up @ Ann's work)
Sitting infront of the Melbourne University's Law building cutting grass.

Note: Smoking tobaco + *cough cough* tastes like smoking it through old socks.

Suddenly @ 5am, I got a call, it was Lindorian and he hollared me to the shop. Yes, 5 in the fucking morning I was told to go and play MAGIC, after a night out. Still, I was there with the boys. We were about to start a round of 2 headed giant winston drafting, sadly after the picks were made, Jesse and I fell asleep, so Issac and Lindorian had to play 1v1 with 2 decks, which was the lolz. Ann at this time was also asleep on the floor.

Note: If you don't usually walk alot, walking + drinking = painful legs in the morning.

While having a smoke last night, I thought about a lot of things, where do we come from? Why am I slightly overweight? Who shot JFK? Maybe I was a little under the influence, but it made me realise that there are so much crap in this world that I shouldn't be worrying about. (Granted, being slightly overweight should be something I should be worrying about) Hehehe... So as of today, probably should stop caring so much about the small things in life and worry about what is acutally important.

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Allen.