I had a great weekend. I went to lunch with Edwi on Friday, we were at the shopping Centre near work people watching at a cafe type place, when this drug addled dirty looking dude walked out of Coles and these 2 other guys jumped after him. The 2 of them grabbed the guy and pinned his arms behind his back and started forcing him back into Coles. He started flailing around and kicking and the 2 random guys just wouldn’t let him go. Pretty well all the shoppers gathered around watching the spectacle. It went on for about 5-10 minutes and then every male employee from Coles like 10 of them, picked the dude up and dragged him out to Coles back room. I suspect the random guys were plain clothed policemen. Pretty entertaining.
Plans were to go home for the weekend, Tobes and Hams decided to head into the City at last minute but I decided to go to Narangba anyways and hang out with the others. Went to B’s house, I was carting a crap load of alcohol and 3 really heavy bags. Upon arrival the first thing she says is “guess what! I’m going to be an Aunty again!” So congratulations and shit, but the bitch told me the wrong sibling was pregnant as joke, so I looked like a fucking BITCH saying congratulations to the wrong girl. THANKS. THANKS. I slipped on the tiles and lost my balance and fell over and broke my bag. Great entrance. Welcome back.
We got a bit boozey getting ready to go the tav. Courtesy bus was really late. Met up with Kim and Josh and all at the tav. The DJ was fucking terrible playing the likes of ‘murder on the dancefloor’ by Sophie Ellis Bextor so we decided to leave. On the way out bumped into this guy I hadn’t seen since the party held in memory of the guy that died that we went to highschool with a few years ago. That party was terrible, everyone was crying, everyone, and I kept cracking jokes trying to make them feel better, no deal. He was looking like classic nanga bogan with his Holden shirt and was excited to show us his new HOLDEN COMMODORE CAR FUCK YEAH MOTHERFUCKER. It was mega gay. I would kick my own ass if I drove it. What topped it though is that the number plate read 4ORNY. He told us it had to do because he couldn’t afford the H. LOLS were had about portals to Narnia and fauns wanting to fornicate. We left, and got lost in the mazes of Nanga for like an hour. Frustration.
Finally got to Keirans. Dudes I used to hang out with way back in the day were there. Caught ups were had. This wanker reminded me about this asshole I used to date in an asshole fashion, and I reminded him about the time I accidentally broke his foot. I won. So theres like 10 of us sitting around this table catching up, and then someone ordered a stripper. The whore was crazy. She did warn us that it was going to be TRIPLE X before she started and counted to 3, just to make sure or something. She was whipping every one with this crazy whip thing, pulling beads out and lighting herself on fire, I got covered in shaving cream, Wtf, She was hammering dildo’s into her with her shoe and she was shooting carrots at us from her vajayjay. Yeah. Crazy show. At what point does one pick that for their occupation. We called Eric who came to pick us up on the early hours of the morning and played guitar hero til the sun came up. I was disappointed that I had spent a few days going on about how down, thats where Jakes headed, only to lose, and not only lose but be too drunk to even get through one song. Fail.
Tobes and Andrew got super pissed at me for not knowing where I was when they came to pick me up. AC and I had to wait in line at Hungry Jacks for like 15 minutes because the girl that was serving was a girl I used to hang shit on in highschool. Hi karma. We saw Hancock, it was wicked good. Nearly convinced Tobes to don a fake moustache but we ran low on time. Had a party at Jakes on Saturday, played 7 rounds of the wordban drinking game. I kept losing wickedly with way more cards then anyone else. I was also noticeably more drunk then everyone else. This was particularly evident when I was chasing Eric, I ran into a couch and broke my toe. Great job.
Went to breakfast at parents the next day. Didn’t want to stay but got guilted and didn’t get home til 3. I went to see Count the delightful horse of wonder and rainbows. I miss him so much. I suspect that it may have been the last chance I’ll have to see him. He lives at Whoop Whoop and the owner said words of selling him. He ran up to the car, broke my heart. I took him for a ride around the paddock and he tried to buck me off. Adorable little guy. Pretty, Pretty Sad about the whole situation.
Watch movies with Zap’s company last night. I enjoyed Brick, and an ‘dude where’s my car’ is fucking garbage. GARBAGE.
I’m so glad I went home for the weekend. It’s nice to know I still have all the same friends.
I haven’t slept all weekend. I feel broken.
