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Trick Or Treating? More Like Drink and Drunking!


So I’ve waited way to long to post about my Halloween weekend! It was interesting, filled with vampires, ghouls,  Zorro, corpses, a Sweeney Todd, blood guts and skanky “sluts”(no offence but that was definitely the look they were going for, not that I nor others were complaining haha). I myself was a sophisticated looking vampire, with fangs and all, I may have been sophisticated looking, but i was being far from sophisticated and closer to being inappropriate in my drunken ways then anything else haha.

Jae, Me, Bec, Birthday nurse, Dracula

Starting off with work from 5 till 10, I was eager to go begin! With my Horde of buddies; Adam(Zorro), Jae(vampire bitten French housemaid), and golly/Andy Bennet(Pauly D) we landed at a birthday house party where a many people ended their night in a drunken pool of stumbling confusion. (ADAM WITNESSED A GUY SPEWING OVER THE BALCONY, which was hilarious.)

Some random pictures of peeps!

Stewart in drag for halloweenjae and andyMoniquee and nikiJayde and JadeDanielle!!Nick

 

Leaving with “happy birthday’s” and the anticipation of going out and “Trick or Treating”, we had a speedy drive to Lloyds Hotel which hosted a massively awesome Halloween event, and apart from the “boring lazy” people who didn’t take the time to dress up, it reminded me of a the Rob Zombie music video “Dragula”, yet perhaps not so satanic and including hot nurses, maids, she-devils, and bride corpses, with the live band even participating in their ghoulish ways. Its intriguing how I enjoyed Lloyds that night in compared to the regular Lloyds that on most occasions I loathe, But its quite self explanatory why I enjoyed it, atmosphere, eye candy, drinking, lots of familiar faces, and more drinking yet if only they hosted way more parties such as this in compared to what they’ve done in the past; just a suggestion…

We then moved onto Irish Murphies! Where me and Adam were approached by a middle aged woman, who I was previously flashing my fangs at, and licking my lips, for a laugh of course, but when she approached us, she asked whether I “liked turning girls on at the bar” with a drunken slur that would be obvious to the deaf or dead, with a tone of complete seriousness and leaning forward continuing to tell me that I was “cute” or “hot” which in our inebriated state made Adam and I laugh to pieces as we had coat hangers(AKA the hangover, well the perfect ingredient for one anyway).

After the Lovely Irish Murphies, you would have found me, Adam, Golly, and Jae with inebriation at an all time high at New York, enjoying the company of its musky smell of beer, sweat, and the sweet smell of grinding, not that sweet, but stand one way and you get grinded on by some lovely girl (with an obviously fantastic personality), look the other way and your looking at that girls boyfriend who just so happens to see, with the awkward moment that follows your realisation… I have to apologise my memory is quite hazy by this time, all I remember is cigarettes, a drink that I apparently made up and it tasting like a pure alcoholic mix of liquors and ice, so just imagine, its like drinking urine…. Not that I’ve drank urine, but this drink was fantastically disgusting. I remember leaving, getting to the taxi rank, and trying to be all noble and enforcing justice on the “pusher inerererers” yes my drunken self has amazing morals. But unfortunately these two, mmmm how could I describe them, oh yes filth! These two pieces of filth decided aggression was how this predicament was going to be sorted out, when they exchanged some inaudible filth language, I replied with a cheeky “what? what? pardon? I can’t understand you?” and that may not have helped the situation, but a taxi came by, and bye bye filth as they hopped in, to go back to their filth home in filth land, wherever the filth that may be…. Filth… Smile

 

Then back to mine and Adam’s home where we all went to sleep after the sun began to rise at 6 in the morning…. It was a fun night! Even if it includes memory loss!

Now I was going to talk about a certain subject for this blog, but Its going to be on the next one…. Probably tomorrow night!

Yours The Vampire, drunk and Justice Enforcer of Filth

Alexander Vince

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So It Happened.


Sorry for the lateness and lack of posts my friends Smile

24th March 2011

For all those supposed readers and fans yes it has happened, I’ve met someone,  I never saw it coming, it was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn’t on the prowl, it was nice, she was nice, I was even being nice, it clicked and it took me by surprise. She’s completely nuts, in a way that makes me smile and damn she makes good coffee.

To be quite Frank  she’s great, the first things I saw were these beautiful blue eyes, that are a little cat like, and there’s almost a suave look that surrounds her, she’s Petite, and I don’t think I’ve danced with anyone so much in my life. The best thing though is that I don’t have to lie, or keep secrets, or not tell her anything, because i can be completely utterly truthful and here’s the best part, she fun loving… A happy bee and her smell is almost narcotic.

At the moment I don’t know what’s going to happen, there is no crystal ball, and whether she shares the same feelings, I’m happy.

Anywhooo I’ve been busy with uni, and etc so if you know me, say hi, if you don’t well that’s too bad Smile Just kidding.

Yours the Happy

Alexander Vince

To Be Shipped Off, Or Not To Be Shipped Off?


I’ve got a choice, leave my home, family and friends to further my so called “career prospect”, and go to a university in a completely different state, meeting new people, and having a completely new experience in life or lead a lesser adventure and stay at home, to which my mind slowly goes insane from the lack of change?

Now I’ve been thinking of this for a while, but I’ve always wanted to go and see new places, which would explain my time at Parkes, and Bali, aren’t we all used to the boring day by day same old dribble? What’s happened to enjoying life? What happened to making it an adventure? I think we all get lost at some point, lost in responsibilities and hardship, break free, give yourself a choice, live your life, don’t just “work through it”.

Now I’ll think about it for a little longer, go over the finer details…. But fuck that, I’ll just go and do it!

As for the last few days of my Bali, it was mostly spent by the pool with family, and friends Smile (as you can see)

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Oh and this picture from NYE

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Yes that’s me on the podium…. lovely hahaha

Yours the podium dancer

Alexander Vince

MmmMmMMm….


So aside from seeing “hot ass babes”, snobby people/models, and Asians, Bali has finally provided for both Gilly and myself, an amazing new years celebration. It had its elements of family bonding, amazing food, a lovely supply of alcohol, new years top hats, drunk dancing, with the overused new years celebration songs and of course the long awaited final countdown with a batch of balloons dropping from the ceiling, yes I know how cliché  is the whole balloon thing nowadays? They should of had monkey’s or piñatas, or even hot ass bikini models, now that is a new years celebration to remember, well maybe they shouldn’t drop them from the ceiling… But you get what I mean Winking smile

Oh no and that’s not the end of it, something devastating happened, something completely unthinkable, I lost Gilly… But the good thing is he was in a pair of naughty hands of his own Winking smile So proud I am of the lust drunk bastard.

As the thought of Gilly’s whereabouts came rushing to my drunken state of mind, something appeared walking along the beach, it was a Russian friend I had met a couple nights before hand, she was short, but built by Satan, I don’t think my eyes could have been torn off this girl even if you used a crowbar, not only that! SHE LAUGHED, AND SMILED?!?!?!?! Yes to be honest I don’t think I’ve seen a Russian smile so much let alone laugh most Russians I’ve met “see the cup as half empty”, but she was the complete opposite. So either the alcohol rendered my speech completely and utterly turned it into gibberish , or I honestly made her laugh, what do you think? Either way my night ended up as the way new years is supposed to end up, happy, or should i say happily depleted, or happily used up? Oh i love Bali Smile

So yes that’s right! The Russian mafia are after me for defiling their daughter….. Just kidding, BUT SERIOUSLY I LIVE IN BRISBANE NOT SYDNEY Winking smile

Damn awkward moments chase me everywhere…. Having drunk 14 year old Scottish kids come up to me and saying “IS THAT ALEX?” While I’m curled up on the beach with “the Russian”, and then the snobby supermodel sees me, with a face of disgust, and I show my cheeky grin back, nope I don’t receive a giggle, nor a smirk, or a smile the whole time i did talk to her. But now I receive a complete face of disgust and complaining that she was the only one her age there besides me…. Well obviously she didn’t get the memo, she has to be “this far out of her ass for me to hear her”, well I guess that’s why I got such a short “farewell” from her when I left Bali, ahh well, in the words of the rolling stones “you cannot always get what you want”. But i did? My little Russian, far outdid my expectations!

But after I walked “the Russian” to her room, I began to worry about Gilly, Maybe the Russians got to him…. But only the one did, and she was a ballroom dancer, who “isn’t a hooker or a stripper” and “made his night”. But yes his traumatic experience with his Asian friend is forgotten, now both he and I might have new obsessions and they are “Russians”!

Yours the fun loving, Russian loving

Alexander Vince

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