Stormin' Norman

Normie turned 21 on friday night, and it was a freaking blast. I showed up at about 8pm bearing a slab of cougars and was met with a large rubbish bin, FULL of punch (This was Joelies punch. So it mainly consists of cheap wine and vodka), as well as a heap of tequila, curacao, and a fridge full of rum and beers. Last week, just after I had bought him a chartreuse shot, Normie leaned over and vomited under the bar on the pretense of tying his shoes. Vomited... and kept on going. This shows you what kind of a drinker he is.
Drinking games, and a heap of bodyshots ensued (including a few girl - girl and guy - guy bodyshots) before we decided to head out at about midnight. We arrive at the Bended Albow and ... Normie had forgotten his wallet. Back in the taxi, back home, get the wallet, pay $7 to get into the Elbow and its a freaking ghost town. How can they knowingly charge $7 to inflict awful music on us on a large, unpopulated dance floor. The globe proved to be more worthwhile, and with Normie perving on the gorgeous Liz (bar chick), and then dirty dancing with another girl, before she pulled the old "Well, i'm going home now... bye!" and dissapearing into thin air. Many guys can bear testament to this phenomenon, i'm sure.
Some girl danced up to me and we chatted for a little while. I cried poverty when she asked me to buy her a drink. I chivalrously asked her to buy me a drink, and she later stormed off when she saw that I had money enough to buy one for myself and Normie. Its his 21st for gods sake! I have money for THAT, even if i dont for some random chick. Whats that saying? "Bro's before ho's"?