The man, the myth, the legend: The Yank

*Note: I have a load of pictures from the night and there were too many to post individually, please see my online gallery and view them there.*

After dinner, we got ready for the crazy night that Jimbo had in store for me. Jimbo's friend Damien (pronounced dam-ee-an) came over and was going to join in the festivities for the evening. He showed us his new pimped out bass in his car (for those of you who aren't the quickest, bass isn't just a kind of fish, its also a sound.)

So Jimbo's mom drove us to the bar (I know, cute, right?) where we were before - the place where he works. Had another pint of strongbow and met up with 2 more of Jimbo's mates, Steevy G & Shawn who seemed both seemed top notch. Apparently Steevy G was wining about having to go to school or something like that and we were all trying to convince him to come out with us tonight. It only took a pint or two to convince him. I finished my pint before Steevy G and obviously we gave him shit for it. Point for the Yank.

Shawn left and came back a minute later with some various fruity-icy shots to "get yer willy wet" (as were his words) so...Game on! Downed them and off we went to the next pub. Walkabout. As soon as we got in, there was a jagerbomb (these ones were shite though, the jager was already put in, no drop of the shot) for everyone in our group (some more people joined us, fat john being one of them). Followed by an orange strawpeedo. Easy. So far so good. Jimbo almost bitched out of the strawpeedo (something about his jaw being sore from the other night). Batty Boy!!

Had a drink or two more and then headed off to another pub, Essence. This one was a lot of fun. It had a stripper pole right in the middle of the dance floor where Jimbo simply dominated it. (I'll post a video of it later) Messed about and listed to Jimbo, Shawn, and a few other mates sing to some AWFUL karaoke.

Went back to Rev (the place where Jimbo works) and had a drink called a Jammy Dodger. It's not like the biscuits, it was a sweet, raspberry, girly drink but it did the body good. 

After Rev, we went to the final Pub of the night where Jimbo goes straight up to the bartender and just goes mental and orders an ungodly amount of drinks. Turns out there was a final surprise in store: The Lady Boy. Now what is said Lady Boy you ask? A pint of lager, gin & tonic, and a double of baileys. 3 separate drinks. Rule is: you have to drink them in a row - sip of lager, sip of tonic, and sip of baileys. Repeat.

Fat John couldn't handle it and just combined all 3 in one glass and downed it. Awful idea!! Mixing all those together resulted in an almost immediate curdling of the drink. UGH! After downing the drink, he made a mad dash to the toilet to boot. I don't blame him! After maybe a half hour, Jimbo, myself, & Damien all finish our Lady Boys. WHEW!!!

Went downstairs for a little bit and decided to call it a night. We got some pizza and took a taxi back to Jimbo's place. Got back to Jimbo's place, ate the pizza, and finally passed the %#@$ out!

All in all, a proper night out! Fan-Freakin-Tastic evening. 

CHEERS BLOKES!!