Visa na Mikasa ya Friday the 13th
Apparently, mocking Friday the13th could land you in lots of trouble. I started the day by asking why is it that though Friday is an ordinary day and 13th is a normal number, the two cannot get together without their motives questioned. I worked late last Friday up to around eight on that specific day. And Yes! Working till 8:00 pm on a Friday is working late as per the drinking and allied money blowing activities amendment of 30 AD at revised at a certain wedding at Canna of Galilee.
After getting to the house, I realized that I did not want to be there. The sink full of dirty dishes and the sight of some aging Ugali in a leather jacket did not help maters. For those in the dark, that us the type of ugali that you leave uncovered after you eat your fill. The ugali then matures superbly like viceroy but then develops a very tough skin around it. So tough that if you have to eat it, you have to peel it like a fruit. That is what we call ugali in a leather jacket.
I decided to go to my local lounge (yes there is a local in my mashinani hood now) and take just one Bavaria. Which I did. But I cannot go to the bar and not have shots of whisky. Jack Daniels did it for me and just three shots was deemed enough. That is when police decided to join our fun. They got into one section if the pub and arrested everyone. You had to add police handshakes to your bill to leave and that is the most expensive beer. A shot was going for 1000 bob.
The section I was in was locked from the inside to ensure the cops could not gain access. However, drunkards will be drunkards. We started peeping at the balcony and the cops realized there were more people inside. That created quite a a problem. The cops refused to leave and vamped outside. Phone calls were flowing anin. apparently the OCPD and OCS were present and demanded the place should be opened. And there stayed a good hour and a half. Beer and enclosures are not friends. And no one says the ain't louder that the human bladder. Lets just say an incomplete room next to the the balcony was turned into an illegal urinal.
After a gruesome hour and a half of no music and dimmed lights, the cops and the club owner came to some sort of arrangement and we were allowed to go out. Everyone, scared like little rats, rushed out as I stood there like nothing was going on. Not that I was brave about the whole thing, nope! I was scared shitless. I was waiting for my balls to descend. And I dont think I will mock Friday the 13th again.