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i wouldnt blame my body for trying to divorce me.
friday night - finish work, head straight over to manscrowne for drinks with a stealthy change of clothes ready. lots of drinks. dowdles 24th year of stinking the place up is ushered in with... i cant even remember. many bars are visited. we design an ingenious scheme whereby we are able to lean over the bar and pull beers for ourselves while the bar staff arent near. that works so well that some other punter decides to have a go himself. obviuously he is not half as good as us and is kicked out within 3 seconds of the attempt. the night ends when dowdle slots a coin down the arsecrack of a man leaning against the bar in the casino. amazingly this man doesnt do the obvious and throw some kind of haymaker, but instead buys dowdle a drink. he has a new best friend. go back to manscrowne, sleep on a couch.
saturday - wake up on couch. watch cricket. chicken, bread and beer for breakfast before changing back into work clothes for work. finish shift, shower, straight over to windzor for more drinks and food. at around 1am dowdle insists i am a softcore faggot for not wanting to go hit some bars up with him for about 20 mins. shortly after he grabs some cushions and passes out on the wooden floor. contemplate changing my name to "rod danger steel'. rod is such a manly name. sleep on a different, smaller couch.
sunday - wake up on couch. find 6 pack of james squire golden ale on sale at the liquor superstore. such an awesome beer. cute checkout girl complements me on beer. dowdle buys bottle of vodka and bottle of lemonade. same checkout girl disses him for choice of drink. go to new farm park for ambers birthday celebrations (happy birthday!). goodtimes. have massive steak between two bits of turkish bread at about 3pm for breakfast. finish beer. absell drives us back to the liquor superstore. buy more beer. stand in line in FRONT of peter beattie. he is buying a case of wirra wirra church block red. thats a nice wine, kudos beattie. we buy carton of haagen. same cute checkout girl complements me on ruthless efficiency of eftpos machine operation. over to robbies to drink carton. by 9pm all the vodka and beer is gone. the logical solution is to go to the nearby backpackers to drink more beer and play foosball. 12ish, rob calls time and goes home. dowdle and i soldier on into the valley to whichever bars are still open. dowdle buys 2 drinks, hands me one and finishes his IMMEDIATELY. he buys another drink. he ends up getting into a taxi with some kind of wedding party. work out that i have drunken the equivalent of nearly a whole carton today. without any conception of time, walk back to windzor and lie down in the back seat of my car. get up immediately to open the door and throw up for a bit, then pass out.
today - wake up in the back of my car. drive home, drink water, throw water back up, throw all clothes off bed, finally sleep in my own bed. my god i am hungover.
friday night - finish work, head straight over to manscrowne for drinks with a stealthy change of clothes ready. lots of drinks. dowdles 24th year of stinking the place up is ushered in with... i cant even remember. many bars are visited. we design an ingenious scheme whereby we are able to lean over the bar and pull beers for ourselves while the bar staff arent near. that works so well that some other punter decides to have a go himself. obviuously he is not half as good as us and is kicked out within 3 seconds of the attempt. the night ends when dowdle slots a coin down the arsecrack of a man leaning against the bar in the casino. amazingly this man doesnt do the obvious and throw some kind of haymaker, but instead buys dowdle a drink. he has a new best friend. go back to manscrowne, sleep on a couch.
saturday - wake up on couch. watch cricket. chicken, bread and beer for breakfast before changing back into work clothes for work. finish shift, shower, straight over to windzor for more drinks and food. at around 1am dowdle insists i am a softcore faggot for not wanting to go hit some bars up with him for about 20 mins. shortly after he grabs some cushions and passes out on the wooden floor. contemplate changing my name to "rod danger steel'. rod is such a manly name. sleep on a different, smaller couch.
sunday - wake up on couch. find 6 pack of james squire golden ale on sale at the liquor superstore. such an awesome beer. cute checkout girl complements me on beer. dowdle buys bottle of vodka and bottle of lemonade. same checkout girl disses him for choice of drink. go to new farm park for ambers birthday celebrations (happy birthday!). goodtimes. have massive steak between two bits of turkish bread at about 3pm for breakfast. finish beer. absell drives us back to the liquor superstore. buy more beer. stand in line in FRONT of peter beattie. he is buying a case of wirra wirra church block red. thats a nice wine, kudos beattie. we buy carton of haagen. same cute checkout girl complements me on ruthless efficiency of eftpos machine operation. over to robbies to drink carton. by 9pm all the vodka and beer is gone. the logical solution is to go to the nearby backpackers to drink more beer and play foosball. 12ish, rob calls time and goes home. dowdle and i soldier on into the valley to whichever bars are still open. dowdle buys 2 drinks, hands me one and finishes his IMMEDIATELY. he buys another drink. he ends up getting into a taxi with some kind of wedding party. work out that i have drunken the equivalent of nearly a whole carton today. without any conception of time, walk back to windzor and lie down in the back seat of my car. get up immediately to open the door and throw up for a bit, then pass out.
today - wake up in the back of my car. drive home, drink water, throw water back up, throw all clothes off bed, finally sleep in my own bed. my god i am hungover.