Night at the Roxbury…

Not really, but probably more expensive. Here’s how it went down:

I get a call that a friend of mine wants me to get the tickets for a party, I forgot and thought the party was the previous weekend, so I got the tickets and am all excited to go party.

This is where the story gets long and longer…

Blah Blah….So the party takes place at this joint called Latex that’s underneath the Nile Hilton. It’s supposed to be fancy and crowded with Cairo’s rich and retarded. You know the type…lots of money but not smart enough to hold a decent conversation. Well this night was a little different, it was a private party. Lots of the same but more friends of friends of friends which made the crowd more interesting.

So I had a beer at home. Met some of the team and had another at the bar. Decided that for a crowded dance party shoes are better for toe longevity than flip-flops, so Guy and I headed over to my pad for a drink and shoes.

Making it over to the party, I was really ready for that drink at the bar at the party, the one that makes the party a reality. Well the drinks weren’t included in this private party. That’s ok with me. Everything here is fairly cheap of not a complete near giveaway. So I order me up a nice whiskey on the rocks, and the bastard gives me a drink that looks like ice with melted ice….

So I ask him to make it a double and he does, and I sip it while he readies the bill. I then read this so called bill and put down my 50 LE for what I read as a 38 LE drink. Normally the whiskies are about 15 to 20 LE for a shot so a double at 38 is ok but maybe a little steep…I thought. Well the barkeep, the bastard, as I’m trying to drink and be happy, asks for more. I reread the bill to say 88 LE. I mean WTF!!? A beer at the store is 5 LE, a beer at the bar is 12 LE, a bottle of Jameson (the good shit) is only 100 LE and the dork charges me 88. I wanted to kill. I suddenly felt how sober I was (to become), as I couldn’t afford another drink at all. The dude just stole all my money for the evening.

Pissed off I was determined make some fun times out on the dance floor, similar to other evenings in the recent past. There was a girl I knew there, so I asked her to tear up the floor with me…and when we got out there I found out just how boring she really was. BORING…. After that, and trying to speak some Spanish, I left, in a high speed pursuit of lost dreams or something in a real nice BMW.

Happy to be in bed. Not happy about that bar, AT ALL!!! Violated I was. Dammit.

the image is from exploding dog