Well, it’s been too long since I last updated and I blame two things. I’m kind of in the process of trying to make a new layout for my main page, and.. um, other than random outings to town and such are the only things happening in my life. I suppose. I mean, I do have uni in a weeks time and a few other random things, but other than that. I’m hoping to get my layout looking a little prettier soon, but for now here it is. I’m not liking the way it looks though. It just doesn’t have a nice-looking look to it (like I can properly explain it). What I mean is that, it’s just there, nothing fancy about it. Unlike Joe’s layout (which I’ve tried to help out in), it just looks pretty. I’m actually contemplating using it when he fully releases it.

So onto my drunken stumbles that I have apparently every weekend. It started on thursday I suppose. Terry and I went out to town just because it’s the week that the government workers get paid, so it’s a sure bet that there will be every man and his dog out. Before we even started (I think), we saw Julian, Nick, James and Sam (I shall name them.. NSJJ for ease of.. mentioning again) out in Shenanigans. From then on I knew it was going to be a good night, because those guys are some of the funniest people I’ve meet in a long time. So Terry and I continue our way to the Vic because the Ralph Girl’s final was on that night and by god that was the hottest I’ve ever been while at the Vic. Other than the hot ladies on stage, it felt like that had forgotten to turn on the air con. I think it went for around half an hour, and that was the longest albeit hottest half hour I’ve had for a while, and being in jeans didn’t help. Nor did standing behind some fat Greek lady that pushed infront of me. Terry and I eventually squeezed out of there after it had finished to go somewhere where there was air con, and look who we found again! It was NSJJ again! So we all went to the Lost Arc for a couple of hours where we proceeded to get absolutely drunk and danced wildly. Before I divulge, I had managed to stay up on the podium there for about half an hour, and just before James jumped off and left me by myself, I got all these looks from the ladies in the room which I would imagine (and prey to god) that it was because of my dancing. Hot.

That was thursday night. Friday night was another story, however it was not a drunken one. I had to work that night (it was suppose to be midnight where I’d be running it, but that failed miserably because Andrew had to leave by 10, so that forced me into leaving), but after work I travelled over to Sian’s place where she was having a going away party.. well, because she was leaving. So I was there chatting to NSJJ yet again and everyone else that turned up when we (well, those who were planning on drinking elsewhere after the party had finished) decided to go to the “Cool Spot”. Which is really a large dirt patch at the industrial part of the airport near budget. So we were there until 3 when we got kicked out by airport security. I think we ended up migrating to the top part of Cas. beach where there were more police-y type people. Really, there was just a car on fire and a fire engine (and later a detective’s car taking statements). So that night ended with me going home around 5, much like thursday.

Saturday was a different story I suppose. Initally it started off at Mikela’s birthday party where I was having a ball with everyone there, drinking and playing Wizz! Bang! Bounce! (a brilliant drunken game if you ask me). Town was kind of boring to start off with, I mean, I didn’t spend any time dancing with any random hot women, which I’ll fix next week, but I still had fun. It was more after town that was fun. I was in Macca’s getting a feed and waiting for Daryl and Lala to come and pick me up (because I got a call saying that they were coming to pick me up) to take me to Nat’s place. So we got there and continued to have fun and listen to music (this was around 5 in the morning). The whole point of this happening and me not going straight home, was because Daryl and I planned to see Sian off at the airport. However, the plan was kind of ruined when I realised when I was still drunk (the happy kind of drunk, not sitting around waiting to vomit). Her whole family was there. I’m serious when I say they knew instantly I was still drunk. It appeared that they were cool with that one of Sian’s friends turned up to the airport drunk and smelling of it.

It’s lucky I’m able to control the use of my camera phone while drunk, otherwise there would be no cool pictures to gawk at while reading this post.

Weekend Images.