OK. Penguin has had a huge night and is recording this record of the night�s proceedings in order to have a coherent explanation for the embarrassing events that occurred tonight.
Including three separate homoerotic events, I�ve had a bad night. It was State of Origin � the perfect excuse to go out and for a few drinks with friends to celebrate the shating over of the boys from New South Wales.
The night started going pear-shaped when Queensland lost.
It got worse when some guy tried to pick me up in the front bar at the Caxton. Flattering � yes, but desirable � no.
A long time ago, at high school, every boy learns THAT IT IS NOT OK TO LOOK AT ANOTHER GUY�S DOODLE while using the urinal. When another guy checked my package and followed with �hey, how you doing?� and a shameless display of lip licking, I knew there was a bit of a problem.
When I tried to pass a third guy, while going to the bar, and had him say, �Sorry mate, I�m straight and not interested�, I started to wonder if someone had written �Gay� on my forehead.
As if that wasn�t bad enough; while engaging in a SMS conversation with a friend, I accidentally sent a message to my boss, telling her that she sucked, and asking if she swallowed. This should have, in fact, gone to my friend. A fair mistake, since they are near each other in my phone�s phonebook. After another frantic SMS for clarification and a phone call, I discovered that I had, in fact, made a boo boo. Oh no.
My boss seamed to take it well, but tomorrow morning�s meeting should be interesting...
The moral of the story is get a sober person to check your SMSerage.
As for the football: I can't believe I wasted 40 minutes watching the poor excuse for a league team that Queensland managed to produce. Frankly, they were crap. League is a pathetic game. I hate everyone.