Twitter #btub experience

This is @cansy having his famous vodka lime and sodas

As I sit here reminiscing about the good old days when I was sober and almost responsible, I am extremely grateful for the forgiveness of others. Three things go through my mind while I think of what I learnt tonight after meeting a diverse online demographic:

1. I am starving and would probably kill a cat for a quarter pounder with cheese (the cheese really makes this burger in my opinion).
2. I have never seen so many people with such different outlooks in life get along so well due to the one common link; twitter.
3. How hard is it to read those name labels after a few drinks let alone remember what was written on them so I could follow people later on tomorrow.

So what does BTUB mean to me? Well someone earlier on in the night told me what it stood for but I don’t remember so I stuck with the acronym of BTUB meaning Booze Time! (usually binge). I have to say I expected to be able to pigeon hole most people of the BTUB twitter community as computer nerds with a fondness for solitaire and who thought a trip to the museum was an adventurous day out but I was considerably wrong.

I don’t really have an appropriate segue for this part of my blog but as I write this I had the TV on and saw a Jet Star advertisement which had a few people talk their way into their 5 seconds of fame. One guy really stood out. He had a voice which made him sound like a retarded giant (apologies if you are the retarded giant). I don’t mean to be rude, but why would you choose a retarded giant to be part of a Jet Star Ad? People do the darnest things sometimes.

I walked into btub with my close friends Dave and Emily. I’d say we have a lot more than just twitter in common. I am comfortable talking to these two without taking on my defensive yet subtle Chuck Norris stance. We had a go at mingling with the crowd and we had some really interesting talks with people. I met Ash who is the blackest man I know. He’s so black, he makes LL cool J look like a malnutritioned caddie for Tiger woods. He is all about the ladies and I wish him the best of luck with that.

I then had a talk with Sally who apparently likes to categorise people by animals and gossip girl characters. To her I am a fox and Dan Humphrey (She ensured me that these weren’t good things). JonoH told me all about his trip to Indonesia and his love for Bintang (it’s just beer). I then spent about 3 minutes laughing about the word bintang.

Emily thought it would be a good idea to introduce me to Kate Edwards who is a celebrity in the twitterverse. She was modest and insisted that she wasn’t really that famous but everyone knew her and Ash actually wanted to be her (or be on her) not really sure at this point in time but she was very nice. Narelle then brought us some Kettle Chips….yeah everyone loves Narelle. She was worried that her nine year old daughter would frown upon her late night pub crawl as she has been a frequent loafer recently. 

Shortly after I met Matt Hooper and we had a very legitimate and logical talk about how poo Windows Vista was compared to Windows 7 which is coming out some time this year. I was honestly trying to be serious Matt. Sorry if I made no sense (great guy).

I then patiently waited for a cab while sitting on the floor, giggling at the people that seemed a lot more inebriated than I was trying to make their way home. I was smug about the whole situation. I get a sober cab driver while you have to concentrate on walking….suckers…

The cab driver stopped at my place and said that will be BLAH BLAH dollars thanks. “Here you go Mr Taxi Man.” I handed him my keycard and said “It used to be a savings account but I’m not really sure anymore”. The man obviously didn’t know dad humour even if it hit him in the face with a king hit by Emily Elliott (who is by the way totally ripped and packs a punch). He took my money and kicked me out of the cab even though I was oh so polite during our whole relationship to my place.

I then returned to my dwelling where I stuck to my habitual process of turning on the TV to late night advertisements with retarded giants, then throwing soft-ish objects whenever I saw something I opposed. The 2x airing of the Jet Star ad triggered me to really wreck my tv with projectiles….really they need to stop showing that advertisement but I digress.