Saturday, 22 November 2008

Sodom And Gomorrah take your pick.

After four weeks of celibacy, meaning laying off the booze and giving the local clubs a miss, I ventured forth with er indoors to our local bowling club the Halekulani, I delivered one book to our favourite glass collector and sat down to a JW & coke apiece amid the the yells and screeching of two hundred sozzled M&F 18 to 30s.
The constant Thump - Thump - Thump from the DJ Booth didn't help the female M C organizing the bikini show which was badly put together. and it was fairly obvious who the winner would be. the only small scuffle to break out was put to order by four gigantic pacific island bouncers in badly fitting suits and bow ties. The normal orderly atmosphere was missing and so were the regular patrons. After changing seats twice to avoid the yelling it was time to go to the local soccer club.
Surprise surprise on our arrival at the soccer club the presence of four police cars outside with a milling mob both inside and out side of the club made me wonder if it was the Xmas police ball or a triple murder scene. Inside the club the band played on while a mob of youthful persons were doing their best to disrupt the entertainment, The police had closed the bar. and from what I could gather, the mob were celebrating the wake of one of their own who had lost the plot the week before.
There being no point in hanging around , we were at home by ten pm, two more JW's and a movie then bed.
Conclusion. It is so sad to see this happen in a normally sedate area in which we live. Both club managements get my slap on the ass for this sort of crap which need not have happened. The power of imagination makes us infinite, try using it.
Vest.

14 comments:

Aggie said...

Aww, too bad that the "common as mud" mob swill had to ruin your night out Vesty. I get sick of walking through the left over vomit on the Sts here in the City after the drunken yobs have been out on Sat night. No self respect left in our youth.

Jimmy said...

its not a myth guys, GOD exists

and He is the Google guy
ask anything u want

He will give u the answer in milliseconds
Try it

type DOES GOD EXIST and hit I AM FEELING LUCKY

kate...fb. said...

We did a similar trip, new b/f can't stand that stuff at the hale on every friday now - we gave up and went home to bed. see you another time how about sat next its diff at the hale on sat, luvs ya kate, xxx

Jimmy said...

or how about
does K love Vest as much as she loves teddy bears and cats and dogs
and me ?

Jimmy said...

I can see A loves u a lott
but I cant figure out why?

my nest question to God

Anonymous said...

Sorry to hear that your night out was not as enjoyable as it should have been. Will we ever be able to understand the culture of the youth today, (?) Though I understand that they don't seem to have any boundaries. They don't have any direction and may even be misguided in many ways. One thing I would vote for it to raise the legal drinking age to 21. Together with heavy fines and jail time for possession of alcohol for those below the legal age. Many of todays youth are like the sheep. What one does the others follow. Neither do they care about their society.

Most of them don't think of their future. Many smoke marijuana, take drugs,such as ecstasy and become addicts, many are already drunkards, spoilt on social welfare . Gangsterism mentality makes them believe it makes them special.

Their parents have to share the blame, as they did not build their children(s) ability to maintain improvement for their physical, emotional, economical and Spiritual sense.

They have not Socialized them well into society, to raise them When there is no spiritual life, they grow wild. Neither parents or their educators have given their inspiration to help them overcome their mental dilemmas,they are raised to have sports players as their heroes, as well not learning any moral values. Living a life without gaining anything, or what could be possible for their life, and to what they are about to face.

Graeme p said...

vest
I like - We had to move 3 times at the soccer club. The line dancers were too scared
to dance. Peter was under stress and could not handle it. They let in people who
had previously been banned.
Send your comments to both clubs.

Graeme

graeme p said...

Subject: Goldilocks!

It's more than I can bear!
A woman meets a man in a bar.

They talk; they connect; they end
up leaving together.

They get back to his place,

and as he shows her around his
apartment..
She notices that one wall of his
bedroom is completely filled with soft, sweet,
cuddly teddy bears.

There are three shelves in the
bedroom,
with hundreds and hundreds of cute,
cuddly teddy bears carefully placed
in rows, covering the entire wall!
It was obvious that he had taken
quite some time to lovingly arrange themand she was immediately touched
by the amount of thought he had
put into organizing the display.
There were small bears all along
the bottom shelf,
medium-sized bears covering the
length of the middle shelf, and huge, enormous bears running
all the way along the top shelf.
She found it strange for an
obviously masculine guy to have such a large collection of
Teddy Bears,
She is quite impressed by his
sensitive side.
but doesn't mention this to him.
They share a bottle of wine and
continue talking and, after awhile, she finds herself
thinking, 'Oh my God! Maybe, this guy could be the one!
Maybe he could be the future
father of my children?'
She turns to him and kisses him
lightly on the lips
He responds warmly.
They continue to kiss, the passion
builds, and he romantically lifts her in his arms and carries her into his bedroom
where they rip off each other's
clothes and make hot, steamy love.
She is so overwhelmed that she
responds with more passion,
more creativity, more heat than she
has ever known.

After an intense, explosive night
of raw passion with this sensitive guy, they are lying there together inthe afterglow.

The woman rolls over, gently
strokes his chest and asks coyly,

'Well,how was it?'

The guy gently smiles at her,

strokes her cheek,
looks deeply into her eyes, and says:

'Help yourself to any prize from the middle shelf'

Vest said...

Thanks. Every one for your comments, particularly Jimmy, whose Query regarding Teddy Bears was adequately answered by Graeme's naughty ditty.

Poor girl gave of her best and was rewarded with second best, what an arrogant pig.

Aggie take your pick from the top shelf. X.

Graeme p said...

An Amish boy and his father were in a mall. They were amazed by almost
everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could
move apart and then slide back together again.

The boy asked "What is this Father?"

The father (never having seen an elevator) responded "Son, I have never
seen anything like this in my life. I don't know what it is."

While the boy and his father were watching with amazement a fat, old lady
in a wheelchair moved up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The
walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls
closed and the boy and his father watched the small circular numbers above
the walls light up sequentially. They continued to watch until it reached
the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order.

Finally the walls opened up again and a gorgeous 24 year old blonde stepped
out.

The father said quietly to his son ..... "Go get your mother."

Vest said...

Graeme " Comments sent as requested , no replies yet, hardly expect any, probably a few snide comments in the offing when I go to the Halekulani again.

Graeme p said...

>
> A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is
>
> Politics?'
>
> Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way:
>
> I am the head of the family, so call me The President.
>
> Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the
> Government.
>
> We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People..
>
> The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class.
>
> And your baby brother, we will call him the Future.
>
> Now think about that and see if it makes sense.'
>
> So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said.
>
> Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check
> on him.
>
> He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper.
>
> So the little boy goes to his parents' room and finds his mother
asleep.
> Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door
> locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny.
> He gives up and goes back to bed.
>
> The next morning, the little boy say's to his father, 'Dad , I
think I
> understand the concept of politics now.'
>
> The father says, 'Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think
> politics is all about.'
>
> The little boy replies, 'The President is screwing the Working Class
while
> the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the
> Future
> is in deep shit.
>

Lower deck lawyer said...

I shall be popping up to Queensland over the holiday period, three weeks of boiling sun starting next week. Hope your operation goes well. I'll check your blog on Dec 29. Wishing you and 'Er indoors' Rosemary and your family a joyful Christmas. Mike.

Vest said...

Jimmy: Due to unrest in your unstable country, our projected visit to Mumbai in Jan has been Shelved until I can afford to tour in a Vestmobile, ie a used popemobile.
Added to my problem was the nasty email received from a anonymous member of World United Bloggers protesting that my unwarranted remark that they W U B's were a bunch of latent terrorists would be subject to reprisal.
It seems likely I may achieve Salman Rushdie notoriety, if that is the case I shall use such to my advantage in future S/S writings to popular mags.
Where are you hiding at this point in time?