Bad.

Idea.

It was 32 degrees, I was hungover and dehydrated, running into the sun with a hot northern wind in my face…really, who the hell thought a run was a good idea.

Only managing 6k, I stumbled home and tried to cool down a bit. Fortuitously, Dev swung by on his way back from getting some funky earing made – I’ll try to get some pics of it, cause its pretty original – and suggested we hit up the river.

40 minutes later, armed with cold beers, sandwiches, music and water-suitable chairs (read: any chair I could find which I didn’t care about getting wet) we hit up the river, stopping at his place to pick up Tracy (the wife) and their dog.

One thing to note about going to our usual swimming hole (the part of the yarra in eltham, near Jono’s place) is that doing it during a weekday drastically improves the gender ratio. Normally when we go, a weekend, it’s roughly 3-4 chicks and about 20 guys. Today, 4 good looking P-plater chicks (snap!) and noone else. With Dev and the dog, it was 3 guys to 5 chicks. Good numbers

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.