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After chilling at the river enjoying the weather and especially the company (see here to see what I’m on about), Jimmy reminded me we had a Vodka party to go to. I rapidly found pants, and we headed off.

As the theme was trash, I had grown some dirty sideburns, and to complete it we grabbed some garbage bags and fashioned clothing from them. Needless to say, got some weird looks on the train.

Rocking up, we were greeted (or should I say confronted) with midgets playing twister, lesbians pouring whipped cream over people whilst themselves making out, strippers on the tables and a 1 metre long ice sculpture of a penis, complete with chute which you could drink out of. Grabbing a couple of (free – Vodka-O had all their assorted spirits and cocktails available) drinks we started enjoying the night – steering well clear of the giant cock.

Once that finished we made our way back, meeting up with Danni (Nick’s – Jimmy’s older brother – wife) on the train back to Eltham, where she ended up driving us home cause of our slight inability to drive remotely safely.

All I can say about the rest of the night…it didn’t get below 25 degrees and I was drunk as shit. That does not mix well for a good nights sleep.

I write this after riding to work overtired, hungover and feeling seedy as shit, spewing twice on the ride as my stomach rebelled from chugging water with nothing else in it. God I want sleep.

Went to The Living End concert last night (friday), was awesome. Had met up with Grant and his cousins at Young n Jacksons prior, got a feed, then hit up the show.

Was at the Queens Bridge Hotel, and was pretty packed by the time everything got started. Ended up at the front on the rail, moshing for the entire night, so any chance I got I was skulling beers to keep up the buzz inbetween fighting to keep my space on the fence.

After that finished, around 12ish, we bailed and headed out seperate ways – Grant and his cousins off to Crown, me off to Precint to meet up with Chipper and celebrate his 22nd. Thing is, I got to Flinders just after a train had left, next one was in 20 minutes…in my inebriated state I decided running to Richmond was the most logical next step – so off I ran

I was running past Richmond Station as the train pulled in, so I felt justified in my exertion. As I rocked up to Precinct, the bouncers wondered why I was out of breath. I don’t think the explanation of running from Flinders really led them to believe I was really sober, but they were cool and seconds later I was stealing the birthday boy’s beer from his hand and skulling it.

Much drinking and dancing later, around 3, they kicked us all out and we ended up at maccas. At this point I was starting to ponder my situation, cause I had told Mish I’d be home at 1, and hadn’t been in contact since then…

Anyways, drove (James was driving) by a cop shop on the way back, walked in and got myself breatho’d – only 0.019
5 minutes later I was on me way home, ready for jack all sleep and a hungover shift the next mornin

Benji Turner was down from Sydney this past week, playing Basketball to represent his team. He says he’s good, but his such a skinny runt I can’t believe him

Either way, last night was his last night in Melb, so we hit the town after grabbing a feed at the Golden Gate Hotel. Great place, just wouldn’t reccomend the parma.

There were 5 of us – Ben had managed to persuade Jay (Vaire) and Leo (KnightDKN) to come out, plus Mish and I – until I got drunk and started ringing around. The wing-it factor was high, and within half and hour Adam (Melic) and Nick (Cougs) had rocked up, and Damien (Fluke), Terry (Applepie), Trevor (Ashran) were heading to the beer gardens to meet us.
Hell, Alvin (Grundo) just made it back to Australia after his honeymoon and he almost came out too! LFDU brought back together

I got way too drunk, because after buying a jug of beer and finding out that everyone else either on spirits or not drinking (pussies), I downed the thing in 10 minutes. Nothing is really 100% after that, but it was a damn good night.

At one point Benji was shouting at me through a toilet cubicle for 5 minutes telling me it was ok to vomit. Not really sure why, as I managed to retain the parma I ate earlier without issue, but amusing nonetheless.

Trev offered to drive us home, as I was too drunk to operate effectively and the last trains had just gone. Don’t recall much beyond getting in his car, but I woke fully clothed in the shower at 3am, which indicates success in some way or form.

This week has been Uni holidays, so James took a week off work and we headed down to his beach house in Inverloch to make use of our free time. We drove down on Sunday (28th) eve, Dave and James in one car, Mish and I in another, Baxter in the third.

Couldn’t do too much on arrival, as Jimmy’s parents were there and wouldn’t appreciate a bunch of drunken teens. Instead? Pictionary. While Mish looked on, Mr Young and Mr Merrett played off against Baxter and I. The first couple of goes were tight, real competition. Then they lapped us. Twice. Damn you Baxter!

The next morn we played golf with Jimmy’s dad, Doug. When I say we, I mean James Baxter and I. Mish and Dave rented a golf buggy and spent 2 hours hooning around the golf course, chasing Echidnas.

That night, as it was the Senior Merretts last night at the beach house and they were entertaining, we got drunk the old fashioned way. Beer, on the beach.

The next day, after an hour of body boarding (read: pounded by waves for an hour), we busted out the real drinks. Over 10L of spirits, including Skittle Vodka – oddly pleasant to drink. Lots of Coronas. Sangria. All accompanied by way too much food, including Fish n Chips, home made Focaccias with dip, and a Roast. 3 main meals, all within 5 hours. ugh.

Wednesday consisted of copious amounts of cleaning, then a leisurely drive home. Where more cleaning waited. Which I sill need to do. sigh.

Tracy turned 22 on Thursday (25th), so last night (Sat 27th) a bunch of us rocked up at hers to help her celebrate.
After a couple of drinks, Devin (Husband of the birthday girl) and I decided could help the celebrations by fighting…repeatedly.

After breaking BBQ implements, (almost) a sliding door and some glasses that were a Wedding gift (but apparently were chipped already so it was alright), we decided our job was well done. Katie’s mother especially seemed impressed.

Passing out face down on top of the stairs in the renowned sloth position, Flurry (the dog) woke me by walking on my head. Awesome.