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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