Crazy 2004 Nights

2004: It was the year of Smirnoff Red Fridays at Sikiliza. One day we drove in Cybersn00p's bima to Red Friday from Karoake in Yaya... needless to say... being half day Friday, we were plastered from drinking at K1 from 2pm as we had our motis washed (Friday ritual) and drinking at Karoake from 8pm. So here we are in Sikiliza at 11pm.

Before you go on, let me inform you that this story has been posted specifically to attempt to explain Cybersn00p's car bashing ways. Read on...

So here we are in Sikiliza at 11pm....

We pay, we enter, we drink more, dance, etc.

3.30am: We leave the club, We manage to find the car in the parking lot. Now...just when u drive into VM, we were parked like 10 cars to the left. To leave, one must drive on left, do a turn and use a right road back to the gate; at the gate there's a small roundabt to take the exit gate

Lets just say that for us...at that particular moment... that was too much calculus. Being 6 or 7 cars away from the gate, we just wanted to reverse, turn towards the damn gate and drive on the wrong road (inbound traffic) and get out. That made mega-sense at the time. So we tried... well, Cybersn00p tried...

You know one of those extended landrovers that carry tourists, yeah those.. One was parked right opposite us (behind). Cybersn00p proceeded to back into it THREE times... three loud bangs!

By this time everyone in the carpark knew something was very wrong, except us of course. We had finally turned towards the gate (facing inbound traffic). The guards also were on full alert. They were heroes, they directed all traffic away from us, they stopped everyone; us guys just thought they were being super helpful...

We did 0-200kph to the gate 14 metres away and screeched in deep respect to return the security card, then zoomed off, Cybersn00p and The Samurai had left the building!!

I dunno what route we used, we ended up in Mobil Westlands (another ritual). We were doing 2kph looking for parking space when we saw some car getting out...Cybersn00p immediately hit reverse to allow it to get out so we can park.

CRASH!

We back up into a supped-up volkswagen beetle in a loud crunch. I got out in a flash. My aim was to inspect the damage but I met Mike..a 6ft tall and wide jungu who was doing biology research for his masters on some grant from the US. Mad pot-head but also mad genius.

Mike went, "Yooo Duuuude... Samuraiiiii man..." (very slowly)

I greeted him and we started talking. That's when the skinny VW driver came crying at us...shouting abt his VW. We turned angrily to face him and he almost fell down in fear... we were 2 huge guys asking him what the fuck he wanted.

He said we broke his spotlights.

We went to his car and inspected.. I fitted the spotlight back in by hand and said... FIXED!!!!

He didn't argue... He mumbled something abt checking if it still works and ran to switch it on. It worked!

I asked him if he had anything else to declare...he said no, everything was OK. He even hugged Cybersn00p in fear. He was terrified!

I turned to look for Pot-head Mike, he was in the back seat of the VW with two of skinny guy's ladies, offering then chicken from Mobil... and they were being quite responsive!! VW guy panicked and said he had to leave. Mike wiggled out of the back seat... and that problem was over.

We parked and went for chicken and fries. (another ritual).