That time of year again, my birthday. A day classically occupied with copious amounts of drinking and revelry. Not wanting to break with tradition, that’s what we did.
Fired up the bbq, chucked a couple of slabs in ice and had a good time. I apparently skulled a bottle of vodka, but I really can’t remember that. The empty bottles of gifted Jaeger next to my bed worry me somewhat though…
Middle of summer, on uni break, high 30’s…why not go camping next to the Murray.
For a good week we’ve been relaxing in Tocumwal, drifting down the river on home made rafts drinking beers, playing countless games of cards, and generally larking about.
My birthday fell on the first Saturday up there, which coincided nicely with a Creedence Clearwater Recycled concert playing at an RSL nearby.
After getting way too drunk and dancing to CCR, a quick nudie run through centre of town with Chipper and a more appropriately atired James was a fitting end to a random night.
So uhh…I didn’t take it easy. At all. oops.
After rocking up in fairly poor shape, I decided that hair of the dog could help my state. A stein of 50/50 Bacardi/Semi-frozen Coke later and I’m back in the zone, goin hard. Back onto the beers, day starts looking up.
Then Devin made a Kaluha Mudslide or something. Was pretty horrible. So mixed beer into it. Wasn’t much better. Skulled it. Cause it was half beer already, decided to skull beer at the same time. Honestly, wtf.
Anyway, after that shit just kinda went worse. At one point I think Matty and I were having monkey fights on the playground outside, which could explain some of the random pains I had.
Some time later Jimmy rocked up and we started the drive to Tocumwal, me still fairly pissed. Feeling the need to urinate but not willing to sacrifice time, I pissed out the window of his car. At 120km/h.
Needless to say, not 100% sucessful. Highly amusing though, especially when the dust got caked on in the shape of the spray 
God. Last night was perhaps slightly to big. ugh, my head hurts.
I started at Pottsy’s spa party. Somehow ended up at Fuhrmans, watchin Dan, beer in either hand and cigar in mouth, take a piss on the tennis court. At some point I think he jumped over a firework while it was going off too, not 100% sure about that one. Oh, and ping pong gets dangerous after the empties of 4 hours of drinking are lined up on the edges of the table.
ergggh, gotta go to a new years day celebration. Think I might take it easy, try to recover a bit