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Telling The Advocate that he slept like a Stalingrad sentry last night, Sandy Dorematte said he needs some red meat and a good night sleep more than a night on the tiles.
At a quarter to two this morning, the 29-year-old was playing BuckHunter in the Games Room of the Betoota Dolphins Club with a few mates. Limp Bizkit softly played over the speakers.
He hadn’t planned on it, he certainly hadn’t planned to put a tray of rums on his credit card either.
But as his WhatsApp group admin began rallying the troops again at 11 this morning, Sandy explained that he was trying to find any way out of it.
“Bec and I sat on the couch for an hour this afternoon drafting messages, trying to make it look like I wasn’t being a coward by backing out of a Saturday night,” he said.
“Ultimately, I think we got there in the end. I hope anyway,”
“I sent the ‘I can’t make it tonight,’ message like two hours ago and that was the last contribution made to the chat. It’s not like I’m weak. I could put some jeans on now and head out into the French Quarter and fight a cop by midnight if I wanted to. I just don’t have it in me tonight.”
The Advocate reached out to a number of Sandy’s friends in the group chat but neither of them wanted to go on record with how disappointed they are in him – and Bec for obviously leading him astray.
More to come.
