I’m sorry for betraying your trust, truly I am. It’s just a shame that my life became a party between last Thursday and Monday. God damn. 5 days living off of $100 was not as hard as I thought it would be. That said, an awful lot of what went on was paid for by other people.
On Thursday I drove down to Wollongong in my parents car with the petrol they paid for. A party that night that was fun, even if Cardak thought otherwise. Probably had something to do with his drinking problem. Some random girl decided to give me clothes advice moments before we left too. I had a good little laugh to myself about that.
Friday waking up, the prescribed ride pulled out, as I said already. Luckily our driver, who shall be known as Drover, pulled through and got me and the birthday boy all the way to the party. A good 3 hour drive and then…
The Party Begins!
Many drinks were opened. Many laughs were shared. Many glowsticks cracked. Sorry… let me rephrase that, ALL THE GLOWSTICKS CRACKED! We basically didn’t need to strobe lights. So much light. The house must have looked like a beacon. From what I remember, everyone had fun. Drinks and dancing and many people is always a recipe for awesome.
Saturday rolls around and everyone feels like death. Luckily, the second birthday boy (yeah, it was one of those parties), is a professional chef. All the people who stayed the night got BACON AND EGG rolls!! Awww yeeeaaahhhhhh. Every bite of that tasted like pure rainbows. Drover had to leave after breakfast. He needed to return to Wollongong for something. Such a long trip. The rest of the day devolved into Halo 3 for the most part. Oh boy were there some good halo 3 maps. I can’t wait to see stuff like that in halo 4. I suppose it’s only a matter of time. The day was ended with a viewing of Funny People, that Adam Sandler movie. That movie did not live up to the title one little bit. Seriously, it was bloody depressing. I’m pretty easy to please with movies I like to think, but this was the first time I’ve decided to quit on a movie. Shit… 1 hour in and I was done.
Waking up on Sunday and I was never happier that Nesbutt forgot his air horn. I still wasn’t feeling great and he got to wake me and the 2 other people sharing the room. I have never been happier that something was forgotten. After rearranging the furniture and a quick clean everyone packs up and heads home. Except for me and Nesbutt. We head further south because we had no ride back up to Wollongong.
Aren’t we lucky to have a friend like Drover? That brilliant son of a bitch drove from Wollongong to Moruya, all the god damn way, to pick me and Nesbutt up, and then drive ALL THE WAY BACK. Brilliant man. And on top of all of that, I got to sleep at their place on Sunday night. That was one hell of a weekend.