RECOVERY

I'm sitting at home doing a little study. Actually I'm having a beer. It's a Carlton Stirling. 2.5% alcohol, but I reckon it taste pretty damn good. Thanks Jezza.

It was my birthday on Saturday and I fired everyone up for a mission out to Spirit and Sound Bar. We got there at 9, grabbed a few tables and let the beers flow. Two hours later I was pissed as a skunk and slamming back 'buca shooters. Nasty. Stuff I remember includes : meeting James' new g/f Lisa and discussing the full sickness of supertubes, seeing Paige again, running around making Liesh take a million photos and trying to organise getting everyone to Ambar (in retrospect I was way too pissed to be doing something like that.) And big props out to Chad D. for telling me to stop knocking the table coz it might make the record slip. Wanker.

I really need a ciggie. But I'm trying to quit again today. Fuck this sucks.

So we swayed across the mall to Ambar, payed up and hit the dancefloor with a vengeance. Five minutes later Ad tells me the place is gay and they are going elsewhere.
Fair nuff. Spent the next hour or two with Brett, Damo, Jacqui and John ripping up the dance floor. Being pissed as i was (and a little speedy at this point) i started talking crap to everyone on the dancefloor. Most people just gave me stupid looks like i was talking martian but i made contact with some chick called Cherialio or something. It was her 27th birthday. Another poor Gemini.

Tequila shooter. Tequila shooter. Bourbon. More dancing.

Time to go back to mine. Walked out the front, started talking to some freak who thought he was the Tetleys Tea guy. Then he started giving my mum shit so i gave him shit then he left. Then I screamed at Pete over the phone and walked around in circles for five minutes. When I hung up on that cracker the others (minus Brett) were talking to some dudes who were smoking some billies. Then Jacqui ran down the street somewhere. When we caught up with her she was talking to some bloke who was waiting for his mates to pick him up. Turns out they were going Scarbrough way so they gave us a lift back to Damo's in their Prado. Quick pit stop there then back to mine.

Played some pool, drank some piss, dribbled some shit... Aaron and Paige came over, more of the same. Then the boys came back from the Rise (they left "gay" Ambar to go to the Rise. Jeezus.) Blah blah blah crashed out around 8am or something... got up at 12... blah blah... Thats pretty much the whole night. It was a good one, I must say.