Jacob's 21st
Wow, what a night. I had a lot of fun and got very drunk.
I was one of the first to arrive so things were a little slow to get going. But it was a good room, if a little squashy at peak guest time.
I was pretty hungry when I arrived due to not having had any dinner yet, but soon the food started pouring out and it was very yummy. It was soon followed by the beer as well.
Being a 'Bright, sparkling, and glittering' party there was glitter everywhere - it still coats my bathroom courtesy to my sister. My contribution was a bright yellow shirt but 'the girls' considered it a poor effort and soon my eyebrows were thickly coated in sticky glitter.
It was a good turn out and most wore some form of birght, or sparkle, or glitter.
The next major event was the speeches and mine was much more enjoyable than the one I'd done the previous week. Maybe I'd more to drink?
Mike also made a speech which was good to listen to. After the speeches it was back to drinking with a vengeance. And drink we did.
Soon the beer ran out so it was my sworn duty to help get rid of the red wine as well. By the time we left the venue bound for Chapel St I was very tipsy.
The walk to 'Strike' - late night bowling and alcohol serving venue - was reasonably uneventful. However, at one stage we did manage to fit six (seven?) of us in a phone booth which was fun.
Next, for reason unknown to me (or forgotten) we stopped at some random pub on the way and grabbed a beer before continuing on.
On arriving at Strike, Jeremiah (I think?) insisted on Tequila shots... so I did. We then had to get bowling shoes. Now normally when I go bowling it takes me several trie before I find the correct shoes, this time however whatever it was I asked for was perfect. The annoying thing is I can't remember what size I went for.
The ensueing game of ten pin bowling I have no doubt was filled with hilarity and gutter balls. In one of my more lucid moments I managed a strike which I was rapt with. Some things of which I was later reminded were; Lara splitting a thumb nail, which, when I was asked to kiss it better failed to see the split and kissed her hand instead, and at one stage attempting to pick up a bowling ball and taking an inordinate amount of time ot do so. Those things are damn slippery when you're pissed.
My misadventures (and others) didn't cease with the end of the the game.
I remembered just prior to leaving that I needed to swap my shoes back. As we were a reasonably large group they'd put all our shoes in two big tubs and just brought those out when we'd finished. I approached the desk and handed the bowling shoes back and the guy behind said: "Do you see your shoes in there?" Pointing to the tubs. I looked closely (for a drunk) and replied: "No". I did this because prior to getting changed into my party gear I'd been wearing blue shoes, which I changed to black later on just before leaving for the party. I descibed my blue shoes to the dude behind the counter and he went out back to look. While he was doing this I was visited once again by a rare lucid moment in which I glanced at the tubs and noticed a pair of shoes that looked very familiar. After seeing them it all came crashing back and I promptly grabbed them and called out: "It's ok, I found them!" Before running off to hide and put my shoes back on.
Upon leaving with the gang of people I was getting home with we passed Lara and Jacob hurrying back to Strike with Jacob still wearing his bowling shoes - it made me feel like a proud drunk.
On the way home we had the obligatory drive through at McDonalds. Whilst waiting in the queue, for some reason, Jeremiah came charging across the drive through only to rip open the car door and dive across the back seat. It's still a mystery, to me at least, why he did this.
The drive home after this was either uneventful or I passed out. Fortunately I made it to my bed somehow and awoke to the sound of my alarm for work the next day.
I was still inebriated for the first couple of hours at work the next day but managed to drive and serve customers without incident.
In my opinion, of all the 21st held not at home, it was the best secondry venue. The others had both been shitty nightclubs. Well, actually, They may have been good as far as nightclubs go, but I firmly believe they're all shit. Bowling was heaps better. And, I got a strike!
It's time I start planning my 21st. It's fast approaching. One can only hope it's filled with just as much excitement.
I was one of the first to arrive so things were a little slow to get going. But it was a good room, if a little squashy at peak guest time.
I was pretty hungry when I arrived due to not having had any dinner yet, but soon the food started pouring out and it was very yummy. It was soon followed by the beer as well.
Being a 'Bright, sparkling, and glittering' party there was glitter everywhere - it still coats my bathroom courtesy to my sister. My contribution was a bright yellow shirt but 'the girls' considered it a poor effort and soon my eyebrows were thickly coated in sticky glitter.
It was a good turn out and most wore some form of birght, or sparkle, or glitter.
The next major event was the speeches and mine was much more enjoyable than the one I'd done the previous week. Maybe I'd more to drink?
Mike also made a speech which was good to listen to. After the speeches it was back to drinking with a vengeance. And drink we did.
Soon the beer ran out so it was my sworn duty to help get rid of the red wine as well. By the time we left the venue bound for Chapel St I was very tipsy.
The walk to 'Strike' - late night bowling and alcohol serving venue - was reasonably uneventful. However, at one stage we did manage to fit six (seven?) of us in a phone booth which was fun.
Next, for reason unknown to me (or forgotten) we stopped at some random pub on the way and grabbed a beer before continuing on.
On arriving at Strike, Jeremiah (I think?) insisted on Tequila shots... so I did. We then had to get bowling shoes. Now normally when I go bowling it takes me several trie before I find the correct shoes, this time however whatever it was I asked for was perfect. The annoying thing is I can't remember what size I went for.
The ensueing game of ten pin bowling I have no doubt was filled with hilarity and gutter balls. In one of my more lucid moments I managed a strike which I was rapt with. Some things of which I was later reminded were; Lara splitting a thumb nail, which, when I was asked to kiss it better failed to see the split and kissed her hand instead, and at one stage attempting to pick up a bowling ball and taking an inordinate amount of time ot do so. Those things are damn slippery when you're pissed.
My misadventures (and others) didn't cease with the end of the the game.
I remembered just prior to leaving that I needed to swap my shoes back. As we were a reasonably large group they'd put all our shoes in two big tubs and just brought those out when we'd finished. I approached the desk and handed the bowling shoes back and the guy behind said: "Do you see your shoes in there?" Pointing to the tubs. I looked closely (for a drunk) and replied: "No". I did this because prior to getting changed into my party gear I'd been wearing blue shoes, which I changed to black later on just before leaving for the party. I descibed my blue shoes to the dude behind the counter and he went out back to look. While he was doing this I was visited once again by a rare lucid moment in which I glanced at the tubs and noticed a pair of shoes that looked very familiar. After seeing them it all came crashing back and I promptly grabbed them and called out: "It's ok, I found them!" Before running off to hide and put my shoes back on.
Upon leaving with the gang of people I was getting home with we passed Lara and Jacob hurrying back to Strike with Jacob still wearing his bowling shoes - it made me feel like a proud drunk.
On the way home we had the obligatory drive through at McDonalds. Whilst waiting in the queue, for some reason, Jeremiah came charging across the drive through only to rip open the car door and dive across the back seat. It's still a mystery, to me at least, why he did this.
The drive home after this was either uneventful or I passed out. Fortunately I made it to my bed somehow and awoke to the sound of my alarm for work the next day.
I was still inebriated for the first couple of hours at work the next day but managed to drive and serve customers without incident.
In my opinion, of all the 21st held not at home, it was the best secondry venue. The others had both been shitty nightclubs. Well, actually, They may have been good as far as nightclubs go, but I firmly believe they're all shit. Bowling was heaps better. And, I got a strike!
It's time I start planning my 21st. It's fast approaching. One can only hope it's filled with just as much excitement.