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I would really like to have a full story of the weekends events. However I really don’t have much to say. Mostly because I was too drunk to know what the hell was going on.

We all ventured out to Wolf Blass for the evening. Very nice winery, with a very fancy function room for us to trash. The night started pretty relaxed with Ashden’s older brother playing a few quiet songs on the guitar and everyone enjoying beer, wine and peanuts. I saw a few people that I haven’t seen in a long time, so it was nice to catch up. Ashden’s sister (who is a mother) turned up, and even Ashden turned around going, “Oh wow, who is tha… AHHHHHH!!!” as he came to the shocking realisation that the hot babe walking through the door was his sister. (Sorry Ash, but I had to put that one in).

For most the night, local rock band Avedis were rocking out and playing all the popular rock tunes for everyone to sing and dance to. It was fantastic, those guys have great talent.

We had to leave the place by 12am, at which point a bus would pick us up and take us to the pub. So we wanted to make sure we could drink as much as we could before it arrived.

I had a brilliant idea. The best way to get drunk and beat the clock, was to stand behind the bar. Where I started serving everyone drinks. I managed to consume almost as many drinks as I was serving… gulping down the fine Shiraz in a way that it really should not be drunk.

So, from about 11pm onwards I have no memory. Really quite a poor effort, as it was a pretty awesome night I’d imagine. There are a few photos which give me quick glimpses of the night… but mostly I have no recollection whatsoever.

I have a vague memory of being at the Tanunda Hotel, but that was mostly me trying to drink water and throwing it up in the toilets. I got myself a lift back to Ashden’s, but no one was home. I had forgotten my phone when we left, so it was inside. The house was locked. I had no idea what time it was, who, if anyone, was home. Or what the hell I was going to do. Luckily Ashden’s car was open, so I crawled in and snuggled up in the passenger seat. I had a quick look for blankets or ANYTHING to try and keep warm… nope. I froze ALL night. Soooo cold.

Eventually in the morning, Ashden’s dad found me and let me inside. I had a really long hot shower… which I managed to keep upright for… as I believe that I was still rather drunk. Never mind, keep on truckin’, have to get to work!

Yes, work. It was a challenge. Red Bull and caffeine pills kept me going. Right through until after basketball (yes, basketball) that night. I was ROOTED.

Who else has had any working drunk experiences?

Last Friday night, my house mate kindly asked me to make myself scarce because he was having his girlfriend (who, I might add, I am yet to meet) coming for dinner for the evening. He better bloody well have got laid.

Since I was poor after having paid out nearly $500 in bills this week, I mentioned to Dad that I might come home to the farm for the evening. However, he was going on a Pubbaware party, and said I was welcome to come along, and that he’d even shout me dinner and drinks!

Well, I’d be stupid to knock it back… but what in the hell is a Pubbaware party?

You know how women have their Tupperware parties all the time, pretty much just as an excuse to kick back and drink bubbly with the girls, no boys around. So, the boys (this is in the country remember, so everyone knows everyone, and pubs are limited) decided that they were sick of the girls having all these parties, and the boys sitting home with the kids. They came up with the ‘Pubbaware’ idea, which is really neat. A bus is organised to go around and pick everyone up from set locations, then drives out to some random Pub that few people have been to before, they have a bar meal, and drink large quantities of beer. Then the bus drops them off at the end of the night. Simple. Effective. Brilliant.

I felt rather young hanging out with a bunch of 40 year olds drinking beer and talking about farm stuff (well, they were talking, I just stood there and half listened). But all in all, it wasn’t a bad evening.