knock knock hey, hey

So I am in the bathroom at buckleys washing my hands. Minding my own business, as you do. Then there is this knocking at the door, I shout give me a second. The banging does not stop and there is quite the commotion outside. I turned to my bathroom campaign, and made sure she was finished before I open the door. Before the door was even open two great big hand had my collar and I was staring up a big bouncers flared nostils as he spat questions into my face. The questions did not seem really relevant as we made our way through the packed bar to the door where he chucked me on the pavement. On regaining my balance he gave me another push to try and incite me. Being a lover and by no means a fighter, I put my hands up and said "listen buddy, Im outside already", which seemed to make sense at the time. It seems Buckleys are now suddenly a lot more strict about the gender specific bathroom rules.
To calm my nerves we headed to mexican kitchen, and a number of tequila shots. This was thursday night, rough.

Friday was "the cause 1" party, after the mayhem of the previous night. I took a conservative approach and drunk only africola, like coke but with enough caffeine to wake the dead. Until I won a case of wine, but I dont think I can take credit for that as Leon and Waleed showed there lack of class and drank out of the bottle.
Well done to "The Cause 1" organisers, it was a good party and they made a nice donation for Red Cross Childrens Hospital.