the week on paper
the weekend was pretty good. friday night my bro had a party. most of his friends are ok, but they all still care whether their mums will give a shit if they bring any of that alcohol she brought them home. which gives a good few of them the weak as shit award because most of them were ready to crash by 12 after a four pack of cruisers.
woke up way too early on saturday morning for a MRI scan on my head. yes its fucked. it was an experience. its like on those medical shows where they go in the big tube, except its really loud and crap. i had to have this one set of scans where they inject that nuclear shit into you to show the nerves working and all that. atleast thats what they said it was for.. got home and slept for about 8 hours afterwards.
played a game of hockey at 8 and won 4-0 which was pretty cool, except i went to the wrong place and was almost late for the game which is never good when your the goal keeper. i drove through the city on the way home and saw it was pretty busy so i decided to go out. it was a good decision. everyone was out and having fun on whatever poison was their choice. things start to blur after the first few rounds of drinks, but i remember ty owes me 10 for the cab, i ended up talking to these guys about scremo and billy corgans solo work, sitting with everyone in that little corradoor, and getting my ass kicked at pool, and having shots of vodka, rum, and absenthe in the space of about 5 minutes. everything inbetween is a jumble of images that may or may not have happened. i ended up in oriel park at about 6:00 with a bunch of rileys friends freezing my butt off in the playground. luckily some chick brought a blanket, it wasnt all that bad after all.
then after about 3 hours sleep i was woken up by my lift to this bbq out at samford right up on a property in the hills. man, talk about a view, it was the best place to be after a big night, great view, couple of beers, footy on the radio, bbq firing up. it was a good day, few showers but fine most of the rest of the day. anyway, that was my weekend.
ive been working heaps lately because its school holidays and holy fuck people can be the bigest dickheads ever. all this week its been nothing but pushy old ladies, grumpy old men, 'busy' career people, messy kids, bitchy parents of the messy kids. its jobs like this that make alcoholics. atleast the pay is shit.
woke up way too early on saturday morning for a MRI scan on my head. yes its fucked. it was an experience. its like on those medical shows where they go in the big tube, except its really loud and crap. i had to have this one set of scans where they inject that nuclear shit into you to show the nerves working and all that. atleast thats what they said it was for.. got home and slept for about 8 hours afterwards.
played a game of hockey at 8 and won 4-0 which was pretty cool, except i went to the wrong place and was almost late for the game which is never good when your the goal keeper. i drove through the city on the way home and saw it was pretty busy so i decided to go out. it was a good decision. everyone was out and having fun on whatever poison was their choice. things start to blur after the first few rounds of drinks, but i remember ty owes me 10 for the cab, i ended up talking to these guys about scremo and billy corgans solo work, sitting with everyone in that little corradoor, and getting my ass kicked at pool, and having shots of vodka, rum, and absenthe in the space of about 5 minutes. everything inbetween is a jumble of images that may or may not have happened. i ended up in oriel park at about 6:00 with a bunch of rileys friends freezing my butt off in the playground. luckily some chick brought a blanket, it wasnt all that bad after all.
then after about 3 hours sleep i was woken up by my lift to this bbq out at samford right up on a property in the hills. man, talk about a view, it was the best place to be after a big night, great view, couple of beers, footy on the radio, bbq firing up. it was a good day, few showers but fine most of the rest of the day. anyway, that was my weekend.
ive been working heaps lately because its school holidays and holy fuck people can be the bigest dickheads ever. all this week its been nothing but pushy old ladies, grumpy old men, 'busy' career people, messy kids, bitchy parents of the messy kids. its jobs like this that make alcoholics. atleast the pay is shit.