I had a fairly packed weekend, although sadly only about 4 hours of it was fun and exciting. It started on Friday night with work (5.5hrs), continued Saturday with more work (9hrs and a healthy paycheck!) and then surprise surprise, more work Sunday(9hrs) and SUPRISE Monday as well (4hrs).

Apart from working, I managed to escape to Kerin's house warming party on Saturday night, which turned out to be better in hindsight then I first (drunkingly) thought (and tagged). I was armed with a McK and was dropped off around 10 to meet with Kyle, Benji, Mudos and Yeatsie. The party was small, like 20 people, no food (except for the pizza cooked up by Shaun) and wasn't very raging. However, in true group spirit, Benji was the most smashed out of the whole party. I am positive now that at every party we go to we always have the most smashed being one of us. Quite a record, that's stretched back to Tiana's party through to Cooke's New Years and I guess now the house warming party.

I soon joined Benji in his drunken state and was chatting to Tamara (Tomcat) with Yeatsie for most of the night. She's a pretty cool chick from what I remember, even helped me look for a bandaid for my monged finger of death. The party sorta just dragged on, drinks were drunk, Benji got drunker and then Kyle and Cam had a blow up and they sorta just left. Benji disappeared and returned with a bike which he rode into the courtyard then tried to escape from the house with the bike over his head to realise the doorway wasn't as wide as expected so he pretty much owned himself good. He then got back on his bike, helmet backwards, seat twisted and managed to ride off down Algester Road

I remember little things, like talking alot of shit about Big Brother and then surprise surprise, Kristie Lee from Runcorn in Grade 8 rocks up out of the blue. Fucking shocked me for a bit. Next thing I remember was busting into a room full of peopel doing weed who were mellowed out and me just jumping in and strumming guitar. That pissed them off I think, I packed it away and then Yeatsie and I hung around out the front before he got us a cab home.

There we have it, an updated weekend amongst some pretty poor English.

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