No its from London

Mood: Bimbotic

Kerry: Are you coming tonight?
Me: Erm......where?
Kerry: Bala! We are suppose to go Bala with Caroline and Veron. I messaged you the other day but you didn't reply!
Me: Oh I did! (lying) Did you not get it? (guilty)
Kerry: Nope I didn't....what did you say?
Me: Oh I said I can't confirm cos I may have other plans tonight, waiting for my friend to get back to me.
Kerry: So can you make it tonight?
Me: Well, I should be in the vicinity as I need to get some stuff from the gym. I'll call you when I'm there?
Kerry: Ok, hope to see you....

A 30 mins stroll into Harris (they have the worse collection of books on psychology ever) and 2 curry puffs later, I was on my way to Bala. Bala is a place for yuppies and supposedly a place where girls get picked up liberally. I don't frequent that place enough to justify that, but the amount of sleaze I saw that night brought that comment home.

The night was rather boring, just basically catching up with the girls whom I've not met for quite a while. Halfway through the night, 2 young nubile girls came by our table to promote a new Vodka named Ten. I hate to stereotype, I really do. But the following conversation will go down the history of bimbo jokes.

Chad: Hmm....is this a British made Vodka?
Promoter A in Ugly Green Dress: No sir.....its from London! Wanna try?
Chad: .............(stifled laughter)

What will life be without bimbos?



Caroline & Me

Veron & Me

Kerry & Me