Firstly, the traditional Happy New Years must be said, accompanied with a thirty word or less spiel about how life is short and your only as strong as your weakest link so have a ball in 2007. Now that's out of the way, my new years could only of been bettered by having more mates enjoying the experience instead of all being spilt up across Brisbane!

All week I have been tossing up with what to do for New Years and I wasn't too fussy, I just wanted to be with all the group. It didn't go to plan as we had everyone off doing their own thing, which isn't bad, I just wanted to spend it with everyone. In the end, I decided to go with Kyle, Benji and Cameron to our mate's party at Ashgrove. It had promise, 60+ people on the invite list and MAXIMUM models were meant to be part of that list. So the night started at about 5.45 when Benji's nan picked me up carrying our supplies, a 6pk of Canadian Club and McK.

Kyle and Cam had started early, so they were almost finished their bottle of Canadian Club and were ready to start on their carton as we rocked up. We chilled here for about an hour, eating sausages and using our creative wits to invision new extensions for The Shack. Kyle's mum got home and within 20 minutes we were on the road to the party. With Kyle being heavily trashed, we are lucky the boat got to Ashgrove as his mum wasn't too impressed with him.

Eventually we got to the party and prospects looked great, for the first time in, forever, the chicks outnumbered the guys! With everyone's chances higher then normal, Cameron took one for the team when he loudly asked, 'Where's all the guys?' I think immediately every girl there forgot Cameron and replaced it with, 'Gay Fat Guy'. Poor buddy, no matter how hard he tried to convice them otherwise, his grave just got deeper and deeper. The night progressed, more people came and more alcohol was drunk and as usual the Runcorn boys took home the 'Most Smashed Award', something we initially won at Tiana's 17th at Cleveland and I don't think we have lost it yet.

Moments before 10pm I was informed by Benji that Kyle had called his mum (aka, our lift home) to get him because he was too trashed. I was dissapointed, it left three men on the boat and his was going to spend New Year's passed out at home. His mum called me saying she wouldn't be far away so me and Benji got him out onto the street waiting for his mum. When she pulled up we tried to put Kyle into the front seat and send him on his way. Kyle had other ideas and started swinging blind punches at me and Benji and just raged up in general. His mum had to stop the car and help me and Benji get him onto the back seat. Once inside the car he went nuts, like a tiger in a cage, then the drunkness kicked in again and he passed out.

We went back to the party and I think I ventured upstairs to raid the kitchen for food with Cooke. I returned with pita biscuits and then shared the love around. The night gets a bit blurry here, but we met Ms Black's daughter (teacher from Runcorn) and I met some stupid girl who I labelled as jailbait (fair call, 16yo at a 18yo+ party). This came back to bit me in the ass later, well to an extent, in hindsight I should of manned up and said suck it.

However, came midnight, I did come up trumps, with not one, but two chicks! Gold! It was the element of randomness as I don't know their names and didn't get any numbers. Perfect. 2007 started with alot of promise. After the hooking up, the girls ordered a taxi to take me and Benji into the Valley to continue our midnight romping. The taxi arrived, me and Benji jumped in and then our mate instincts kicked in and we bailed because we were leaving Cameron behind. The girls got snappy, called us gay or something because we were staying behind for the 'Gay Fat Guy'. Bros before hoes

We went back to the party, and then lost Cameron somewhere so spent the rest of the night trying to find him. Halfway through our quest, I was approached by jailbait's friends who were ready to flatten me for calling her jailbait. Was fucking funny, now and then. Who the fuck gets worked up over being called jailbait. Absolutely fucking hopeless, it's more of a compliment then anything but these dudes with shit for brains obviously didn't see that, they just let words fuel their 'oh so manly' fists. After Benji being a bit of a mediator, it all faded away and we proceeded to begin mission "Let's get the fuck out of here". We searched for Cameron for another 20 minutes, and although we felt like deserters we started to leave Ashgrove in favour of The Valley.

As we were walking away from the party we found a body lying in the gutter, low and behold, it was Cameron! He was wasted, he wasn't responding to any movements or voices. He was absolutely smashed and dead to the world. I waved down a car who just happened to be trying to find the party we were just at. In return for directions they helped us roll Cameron into the recovery position and then phoned the ambulance for assistance. Thanks to the ambo's giving us directions we managed to get him to wake up, sit up and then walk around a bit. We said our thanks and then united we began the trek into The Valley. Dozens of "Happy New Year's", 6.5kms and just over an hour later, we were at Brunswick Street mall where we meet up with Amy! Me and Benji decided to let loose a bit here, so we dumped Cameron with Amy and ran to the Mustang Bar.

We made it in with minutes to spare and then absolutely shell shocked that we were here, proceeded to get some drinks and just chill on the side of the dance floor. We couldn't believe what just happened, the night had gone from Ashgrove to the Mustang Bar. We completed both our plan and our backup plan in one night! I reconed a can of Canadian Club into the Mustang Bar, so after our drinks I was feeling really shitty. We grooved around for a bit and then headed out to the bus stop to get home. We couldn't be fucked waiting for the bus, so decided to grab Macca's.

This turned to be one of the best decisions of the night. The quarter pounder meal was the best thing I've ever eaten. So warm, so juicy, the sauce, just perfect and the chips! The chips were fantastic! It was heaven, sent down in little portions and packaged by Macca's. So damn good. Anyway, we got the bus home, I was a drunken fool but entertained people nonetheless and then we saw Dani's workmate Blake at the Casino bus stop. I don't think he knew who we were, but we were making alot of handsignals and gestures so I'm pretty sure he saw us!

Our bus finally arrived at Garden City to which we saw Cameron and Amy who was a little upset cause Loren ditched her and walked off. Drunken caring Brendo shined like a lighthouse and called in his Dad to pick him up and take Amy home. Benji did that same with his pa and before I knew it, I was crawling into bed with my bottle of water!

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