Totally
So here's a photo of me with my new car.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/trevorjohnnyc/car.jpg
Yes, I realise this picture was taken 4 years ago...lol.
And yes, I realise I ruined the fun for the stalkers.
I think, since he wasn't originally mine, I'm gunna just give him a nickname rather than actually name him.
8-9 hours in a car in one day is a sufficient amount I think.
EDIT:
So anyway, on Saturday was Bronny-poos birthday par-tay (sounds like 'tas-tay' in black-speak). I was going to dress as an emo, but then I remembered it wasn't a dress up party, so I just dressed as an emo anyway. The party started with everyone gathering at Jase's, talking, etc. All the gang came, even Nathan who, personally, I think should've made his surprise entrance by coming out of the cake, but apparently the cake wasn't big enough for that. Even Lenny, the dog from across the road, attended. Even though he was unwanted by most.
Scott had assembled a cork-board with photos of Bronson from all times...lol. I'll wait to get permission from Bronson before I post the picture up, cos he may not want people stalking him.
I was the first one to get drunk of course, which is really reflected in the video that Sue took. Slurring my words, spilling my drink. You know, normal stuff for me. Lots of photos were taken and I really think the video is freakin awesomely funny as. The was very emotional speeches made and lots of funny shit happening too. Especially when everyone else started to catch up to my drunkenness (and believe me, they did). Bronson's brothers made me eat chips off the ground...lol. I think they found that funny. So did I.
There was a huge gap in the night, which isn't contributed to by alcohol, but rather to talking to Ann about life, the universe and everything.
Later in the night as we organised to go out, it started to become evident that some of us weren't going to make it out (namely Bronson). So while Scott nursed him back to health, I tipped out the bowl once and decided that that (and washing a spewy washer out) was enough gross stuff for me for the night...lol. So then we went out and left Scott to look after Bronson. Going out didn't last long though, well...as far as I could remember. So back to home I went. Jase and Nathan stayed out though. They decided to walk home and get chased by cops and the whole shabang.
Sue and I started to worry as Jason began to no longer answer his phone (because he was busy hiding under the car in someone's garage or something weird), so we waited out the front, not knowing what to do. Until finally he rang us, and we walked and met them at the Mobil, also known as United. I can't remember exactly what time I stayed awake til, but I believe it was somewhere around 4ish. I then woke up 2 hours later to get picked up by my parentals and head to Newcastle. No hangover. I win!
So on return from Newcastle, I discovered that Bronson was still vomitting and continued to do so for the next few days, I believe. Can't wait to see you guys again.
Love love love
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v518/trevorjohnnyc/car.jpg
Yes, I realise this picture was taken 4 years ago...lol.
And yes, I realise I ruined the fun for the stalkers.
I think, since he wasn't originally mine, I'm gunna just give him a nickname rather than actually name him.
8-9 hours in a car in one day is a sufficient amount I think.
EDIT:
So anyway, on Saturday was Bronny-poos birthday par-tay (sounds like 'tas-tay' in black-speak). I was going to dress as an emo, but then I remembered it wasn't a dress up party, so I just dressed as an emo anyway. The party started with everyone gathering at Jase's, talking, etc. All the gang came, even Nathan who, personally, I think should've made his surprise entrance by coming out of the cake, but apparently the cake wasn't big enough for that. Even Lenny, the dog from across the road, attended. Even though he was unwanted by most.
Scott had assembled a cork-board with photos of Bronson from all times...lol. I'll wait to get permission from Bronson before I post the picture up, cos he may not want people stalking him.
I was the first one to get drunk of course, which is really reflected in the video that Sue took. Slurring my words, spilling my drink. You know, normal stuff for me. Lots of photos were taken and I really think the video is freakin awesomely funny as. The was very emotional speeches made and lots of funny shit happening too. Especially when everyone else started to catch up to my drunkenness (and believe me, they did). Bronson's brothers made me eat chips off the ground...lol. I think they found that funny. So did I.
There was a huge gap in the night, which isn't contributed to by alcohol, but rather to talking to Ann about life, the universe and everything.
Later in the night as we organised to go out, it started to become evident that some of us weren't going to make it out (namely Bronson). So while Scott nursed him back to health, I tipped out the bowl once and decided that that (and washing a spewy washer out) was enough gross stuff for me for the night...lol. So then we went out and left Scott to look after Bronson. Going out didn't last long though, well...as far as I could remember. So back to home I went. Jase and Nathan stayed out though. They decided to walk home and get chased by cops and the whole shabang.
Sue and I started to worry as Jason began to no longer answer his phone (because he was busy hiding under the car in someone's garage or something weird), so we waited out the front, not knowing what to do. Until finally he rang us, and we walked and met them at the Mobil, also known as United. I can't remember exactly what time I stayed awake til, but I believe it was somewhere around 4ish. I then woke up 2 hours later to get picked up by my parentals and head to Newcastle. No hangover. I win!
So on return from Newcastle, I discovered that Bronson was still vomitting and continued to do so for the next few days, I believe. Can't wait to see you guys again.
Love love love