It has been a late night, and I am up at 3:00 on Friday night. Anyway, I will document on paper the true story of my name.
FRIDAY NIGHT - SYDNEY!
My one time in Sydney, I was sent up there to a conference in a 4 star hotel overlooking all of Sydney, well mostly Kings Cross. Anyway, all of my work friends, having spent the day learning various aspects of Game Developemnt got ready for the night ahead. It was a Friday, and we decided to take a look at the Kings Cross nightlife.
There we were, mildly intoxicated, I on NO-DOZE and alcohol. I danced the night away and scared some people by trying to offer them ICE DROPS. "What is that stuff, no, I don't any", screams, cries, etc.. "IT IS ONLY A BREATH FRESHENER" I call out as they hide from me, as I am a devil, dealing them a date rape drug.
The night continued, and I continued to become further intoxicated. Then as the fun began to slow, I decided to have rest, for the next day would bring more education. Upon my return to the hotel I woefully ingested another NO-DOZE to keep me from falling asleep while walking to the hotel. Little did I know that this little pill would make me fly for another 30 minutes. And as I sprinted up the escalator to the elevator I almost nocked another attendee of the conference.
Alas, all was ok as I returned to floor 34, with my trusty Key Card. I took the keycard from my wallet, and entered my room. Buzzing very much off my head, I danced to my discman for about 20 minutes. As I began to come down I realised I had left my wallet outside and exited my room to retrieve my most fond object. Then I turned and looked in horror as the door behind me shut closed, with my key still inside. With great despair I banged quite a while I should say, on that door!! My room mate would not budge, he must have thought it was just me, shuffling to my discman. Poor little me. Then as I lost hope the door next to us opened, and a man appeared, with a weary smile on his face, he exclaimed "You can go down to get another key". He looked at me funny, as I smiled and gave him a hug. I entered the escalator in my boxer shorts that is, for I forgot to tell, I undressed to my sleeping gear before shuffling to the music in my room. As I went down, who should I see, none other my work mates, four of them! One exclaims "Leprechaun", "What is that?" I ask. "You dance like a Leprechaun" they said with glee. Laughing as they walked passed me.
Leprechaun I think? How do I dance like that? Oh well, I laughed as one of the hotel staff hands me my key, looks me up and down, I explain my situation and he smiles and turns away slowly.
Sydney, how much fun. It is through you I have been baptised Leprechaun, or just Lep for short!
Hope you enjoyed that entertaining story!