Pete was talking to a Rotto local who works at Red Rooster. The local called the General Store the G.Store. And so it began - Kinsgtown Barracks was now K.Town, Red Rooster now R.Rooster, and everyone was referred to as x-Dawg.
Last night, after drinking at the pub and on our K.Town verandah, P-Dawg, N-Dawg and Me were joined by a group of 18- and 19-year-old girls that had been staying a few doors up from us. I’m not sure, but they may have been drunk, as evidenced by them all coming out in nighties and three of them each trying to swig the recently-finished bottle of Malibu on our table. A night of drinking, loud music, games, and dancing ensued.
One girl, T-Dawg, works as a hostess at children’s parties. She taught us a number of drinking games which were all based on the party games that she teaches kids in her capacity as a fairy princess. If they played them as hard as we did, there’d be some shitfaced four-year-olds out there.
It was a great night that ended on a perfect note - at 5 o’clock, the Rotto police arrived after a neighbour called.
