The longest Saturday / Blog

What started as a normal weekend soon turned quite weird with lots to talk about.

Friday: Ryan came round for a few beers before we went down to Shore, we ate quite late and had a pretty uneventful night resulting in him getting kicked out of Henry Afrikas for being too drunk and leaving me dancing be myself. Probably looking like the loneliest man on the dancefloor as I kept looking round for him expecting him to reappear.

Saturday: Jason at work offered me 2 tickets to the NRL semi finals (Manly vs QLD Cowboys) I was playing on staying in on Sat and not spending any money, but when Jase said it was in the “Corp Suite” with free booze & food my issues were not issues anymore.
We got there at 6.30 and proceeded to fill our gullet’s too are hearts content. For some reason on the occasions where I have the chance of free booze, I like to cover all the base’s….so as to not miss out on anything. Johns Boags beer (lovely stuff), Penfolds 75 merlot (nice drop), Vodka & lemon fanta (very refreshing), Bundaberg & coke (not so great).
After Manly trounced the Cowboys we headed back to Manly to celebrate with the locals. After pestering Kenny the DJ for “our songs” (summer rain (Belinda carlise) & I ran (flock of seagulls)) I noticed, lets call her Nicole for legal purposes…we got to know each other a couple of weeks before hand in Henry Afrika’s, somebody dropped a glass and a small shard of glass cut Nicole’s leg I could see she was a bit narked about this, so with my ninja like intuition I grabbed Shaun behind the bar & said I need a plaster asap. I returned with the plaster got down on my knees and covered the wound (small cut) with the plaster expertly, to which I heared a chorus of girls “awwwwwwww-ing” behind me. This did not seem to impress Nicole who shrugged her shoulders in a thankful manner. I was quite annoyed my act of chivalry was not met with more enthusiasm. When I didn’t even get a kiss and the house lights came on I trudged home huffing & puffing.
As I rounded the corner to home I heard some music coming from a groundfloor window, I did what can only be described as a bez dance through the window…it must have done the trick as this resulted in a bottle of beer being passed through the bars on the window also I was offered a invite inside, dancing round the front room of this random apartment being given free beer & JB my thoughts on Nicole soon dissolved. I thanked my new friend Neil greatly for his hospitality and left for the 1 minute walk home.
I walked into my building and pressed for the lift, then I heard a girl on the phone saying “I can’t get in”….so I just shouted 306!! As I took the lift up to slumberland. To my shock there was a knock on the door (it was 3.30am at this point) and Hilary came in saying how she was locked out, we sat down shooting the breeze and next thing I knew I was woke up by Hilary saying from her sofa “jesus its 9am iv gotta go”….i had enough energy to open one eye and was thinking, who is this girl leaving my flat. I heard the door close & next thing I knew it was 2.30pm and Dave was calling me to get down the beach.
Now you’re probably thinking what an eventful night that was…but there was more to come.

I arrive at the beach thinking all the way there that the inventor of sunglasses should be knighted or made a saint as they hide me from the harsh reality of a busy Sunday afternoon where I would of made young children drunk just by breathing on them. I meet up with Dave, Ry, Nad, Dom & Tanya and we share our stories of our weekends etc…...chilling on the beach and doing some snorkeling was a brilliant tonic for the night before’s exploits, then a couple of visions of beauty came and sat near us. Wanting to erase the memory of the horrible Nicole I ventured over to the girls and offered them a CD (which I had just got for free from the 7eleven) for some of their oil, sod this factor 30 sh!t. I thanked them & later on traded some skittles for the CD as I actually wanted it and they didn’t. Yes offering strange girls sweets on a beach…I was lucky not to be arrested! After some Frisbee action we arranged to meet the girls later for some celebratory drinks and had a lovely evening chatting away in Shore, fortunately she had to be at work early so left early-ish which mean’t I was tucked up in bed by 11 after a lovely brew. Meaning im feeling not too shabby this morning.

Boozy Booze Booze

Just wrote a whole blog and hit publish and it was lost GRRRRRRRR!!!

So here's the condensed version. After going out 6 nights in a row which resulted in me shivering on the sofa last monday night feeling like poo, i have taken my foot of the gas. Only going out on Sat night where i met up with Dave & Ryan who had been on a bit of a lame Stag Do (the coolest person was Trev, the 61yr old father in-law!)
So i dragged us 3 off to Dragonflys saying: "if its not good i'll pay for the taxi home myself" where upon i was asked "who do you think you are Les Dennis on Family Fortunes". Surfice to say i did not have to pay for the taxi home as it was really good.

Had a BBQ on Friday at work (happens quite regularly im told), every1 threw $10 in (4quid) for 3 or 4 beers, hotdogs & steak sangers SWEET! Last Tuesday when i had vowed to lay off the booze for a week, I was invited to a work lunch, i had to decline to get some work done. Then went out to say bye to my friend Matthew who was returning to Alais France. And the waitress brang over about 6 free cocktails cause they had been training! was somebody testing me or what...i had a few sips and was tucked up in bed before my carriage turned back into a pumpkin. Hope everyone is doing well who reads my ramblings, always good to hear from you.

“cheeky cheeky”

I was introduced to a new game on Saturday night called “cheeky cheeky”. The rules were explained to me like this:
The person to your left will pinch your cheek and say “cheeky cheeky” then you have to do this to the person on your right.
When it gets round to the start the person can then change hands or change the move to a “temple slide”, “forehand stroke” etc etc if you get it wrong when carrying on the chain you have to neck your drink! SIMPLE…
After playing this wonderful game on the smoking balcony at the Shore Club a lady interrupts Dave, Ryan and myself with the immortal statement…

“do you have a light please, and what is all that shit on your face”

It would seem that when Dave was starting each cycle, he would puts his fingers in the ashtray that was by his side. And be putting it on my face. Kudos to those two mischievous rogues who well and truly, got me.

Not So Secret

So i got the ferry over to Sydney from Manly last night to go over to Paddington.

For those of you who don't know APEC (meeting of world leaders) is going on in Sydney, and George Dubya turned up last night, so as im trying to get back to the ferry. I get stopped at one of the security gates. There was about 10 of us waiting...photographers, press, residents & me.

The cops come over to open the gate, and first bloke says "i live just there, can you let me through" next lady "iv got a APEC pass"....then one cop says to the other (really loudly).
"WHICH ONE IS THE SECRET SERVICE GUY?"
The bloke to my left sheepishly walks towards the gate.

I just burst out laughing..."not so secret now is he!" (i was the only person finding this funny)

Anyway cause of this i missed the ferry by 5 mins but it was worth it.