Monday, April 18, 2011

BARF LIES






A group of intrepid drinkers (drinking machines, more like) convene on Monday evenings at randomly chosen locations within the City Bowl to do what they do best. Sit around, drink copiously and enjoy the good life, talking kak and having a good laugh with good mates. It is little wonder I was invited. Let's see how long that lasts...



Anyway. last night was my first official attendance to the weekly "Hillbilly Barflies" night. Not owning a pair of dungarees and with a distinct lack of penchant for incest, I was a little apprehensive. But as I strode onto the front porch of now cleaned-up Perseverance Tavern, I was greeted with a roar and some spilling of beverages by The Dean. Ah! A figurative home away from home! Bring on the beer!



I was ably escorted by every one's favourite party animal, Tarty Farty Tequila Party, and we sat down to a table full of Monday night revellers (including TDB) and commenced the very important business of getting shitfaced. Drinks flowed, new friends were made, much frivolity and laughter was had as, among other things, cameras were dunked into pints of Guinness...



JDP even deigned to join us, having to carve out a little time from his busy schedule. I believe he is one of the instigators of this little group, so he had better...



One of the apparent traditions of the BARF LIES is to come up with ridiculously hysterical quips and post them as "quotes". I should actually go and have a look to see if they're as funny the next day as they seemed at the time...



Anyway, thanks one and all for an awesome evening out, and for this motherfucker of a hangover.



Spread the love. Round of tequila anyone?

1 comment:

  1. Hangover?? You going soft, old man... that was a fairly well-behaved night! But good to have you there!

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