In Moderation

3 AM... Living up to the 'In Moderation' thing. Night out with the boys tonite, quite drunk. Ended up in Frostbites. Crazy place... Lesbians I tell you, lesbians. Or something. Sure looked like lesbians. Didn't spend too much money tonight. Maybe twenty bucks. Good price for a night like this one. Crazy crazy stuff. Hands feelin all light and shit. Head floating. Mouth in need of water. Must cut off feet. To much dancing. I know my body's gonna hurt tomoro. I can feel it comin on now. I need nacho's... or something cheesey. Maybe a burger. There is no possible way I can access a burger right now. Dammit. I could make nacho's tho. Should I risk trying to work te oven. I'm working the computer, the oven can't be too much harder. Thankfully I still have a firm grasp of the English language. That, and the backspace key... and a spell-checker... I'm glad I didn't lose my beanie tonight. Not that 'm in the habit of losing beanie's; just that it's happened before. Such a dilemma earlier trying to decide what beanie to wear... The black casual one or the brown funky one? So many decisions... Or do i go without a beanie? Should I do my hair? No, no, can't be fucked doing my hair, beanie it is. Brown one; goes with the shoes. And the pants. Possibly the jacket too. The Jacket. "The" Jacket. My best one. Only brought out when the occasion calls for it. Tonight... tonight the occasion called for it. One of my mates from work, Chris, is going to Europe next week. For a few months. Lucky bastard. Yep. Germany, England, Spain, all the big ones. Probably all the small ones too. I wouldn't mind going to Europe. I'd go to England first; visit the family over there (At least I'd have a free place to stay), then I'd hit Italy, because I'm a wog, have to visit the homeland (Oh yeh, homeland, like third generation wog counts for anything...) (shut up!), then Germany (I have a strange attraction to girls who've been or are going to Germany.. don't ask), then Spain (Fiesta... Yes), Then Sweden (Snow, Meatballs, Porn... in no specific order), Portugal (it's there?), Ireland (The Irish chicks always get to me!), Norway (the fjords are beautiful), then I'd probably dip down into Africa, you know, go on safari, see the pyramids, all that. Then I'd come home and travel round Australia for a bit. I've always wanted to really. Every city has their own special things. Melbourne is my favourite though. I've been to Sydney, too crowded and stuff. Love Melbourne... gotta love Melbourne. You can get pasta any hour of the day, guaranteed. Sometimes I drive in there just to get pasta. Granted, I could make it myself, but I only realise this when I'm halfway there, and by that time it's not worth turning back. Pasta is pretty much my most favourite food. A close second is chicken parmagiana. I actually judge restaurants by how good their chicken parmagiana is. If it's not up to scratch I don't eat there again. Well, maybe. After a restaurant has passed the chicken test it is then put through the steak test. Porterhouse steak that is. Medium-Well Done, yet still juicy. Nice pepper sauce. A few vegies on the side. If the restaurant fails in both areas, it is doomed. Also if chips are lax I don't look kindly on it either. Well, this post is huge and I must sleep so til next time, same bat channel, same bat time, this is Andrew, Doctor Ew., signing of from another misadventure. Adieu.