So I'm hanging out in this bar in Prague this week and out of nowhere busts in Drinkinghard, Sleazy, Dean from Partyhardcore.com, and some of the Big Sister club. Now I will have to say
THAT NIGHT we threw down...the kept the bar open another couple hours just so we could keep bending our livers.
I knew they'd be in town the next night, so we all made plans to meet for dinner and more drinking the next day. So the next day I am calling him and everybody else in the GTS crew and for some reason it seemed like the phones weren't working.
Me and Dean met about 7PM and tried every number we had for them, SMS, email, left messages, had other people to see if they could reach them...
NOTHING.
For a while, we were worried that something might of happened but we figured they would try and reach us eventaully. So, that night me and Dean tore Prague a new ass again till 7AM.
Then Dean tells me (mysteriously) that the next day he gets a SMS from DH saying thanks for the good times ect...which is all good, but at this point I gotta call Drinkinghard(est) out:
DH, if you can't hang, just admit that you can't hang. No shame in that. I'm a machine. I'm tough to keep up with....no need to ignore us like a bunch of pesky girlfriends!
This is, of course, all in good fun...I'm just bustin' balls here.
See you at the rematch.
