Club Pure . . . yes, well, the less said, the better. There's a Charlie Brown cartoon where he wakes up one day and all his friends are telling him what a great time he had the night before--he even got to dance with the red-haired chick he has a thing for--only he can't for the life of him remember it. That about describes my second visit to Club Pure (sans the red-haired chick, of course). Apparently we went to Club Pure, and somehow made our way from there to karaoke. And while I'm buggered if I recall the events of that evening, we have photographic evidence (most of which we'll eventually get around to Facebooking) that suggests they did indeed transpire. Weird, huh? Anyway, I'll let the slideshow below tell the story.
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Note to self: while the cocktails at Club Pure are watered down to the potency of weak cordial, the vodka shots aren't.
(P.S. Don't get the wrong idea: we had a fantastic time with our friends as always, and Wendy and Aimee were kind enough to put on a great nabe the following day. Emma was a little worse for wear--though it was nothing to do with the nabe, I hasten to add.)
2 comments:
Hahaha, I LOVE the last photo...total karaoke experience right there in that shot. Lucky you had photographic evidence, and I look forward to sampling these vodka shots you speak of.
Michelle: I think they were vodka shots. They might have been tequila shots. Whatever they were, they put me out of commission for about the first hour or so in the karaoke place.
That last photo is a "phoenix-from-the-flames" shot, if you will.
. . . Actually, maybe that old mental patient who always follows Amanda around like a bad smell was packing Rohypnol and slipped me some. Fortunately I woke up the next morning on Aimee's loungeroom floor, as opposed to a bathtub of ice.
(How non-PC am I?)
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