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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

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.