After a week of work and uni, I have to say I was looking forward to Sunday. Sunday was going to be a good reboot before another week of the usual day to day drag, and it was. The day was meant to start at 8am with Canadian Club.. instead it started at 10am with driving to Indro with Benji and Kyle. Kyle had spent Saturday night at his brother's playing poker and watching the rugby and when things died down, they headed to the city. A few pints and a dumb decision later, Kyle was at home in Algester.. leaving his car still at his brothers. So here we were, driving to Indro on a recon mission. Today was full of recon missions, 'Time spent in reconnaissance is seldom wasted'.

We got the car, avoided a mini pileup and went to JB to browse. Oh how that never works. A combined $120 later and a hearty meal of KFC, the wheels were finally in motion to check out The Shack. Benji and I rode to The Shack, in keeping with the tradition of the great place, only to find that we now have a sealed road almost to it's front door. The Shack had been infiltrated by terrorists. All the windows had be removed... by a screwdriver, removing all the hinges and door bolts. Seriously, who has that much time?! There was a few missing planks here and there, and all our tools and booze drawers had been raided, but The Shack was still standing. Some fuckstains, who if I ever catch, had graffitied inside The Shack to say 'IAB, FUCK OF'. Illiterate fucks. Needless to say, those planks will be removed and turned into bats of mass destruction so if they ever come back while we are there we can belt the fuckers across the face with them. Apart from that rage blackout, Benji and I continued to survey the damage whilst sipping on a few Canadian Club's until we called Yank and Kyle to come drive down and have a look. Yank brought some garbage bags and gloves and me and Benji started the cleanup. Five bags of rubbish later, and we had a clean, yet broken Shack.

It's now our mission to rebuild The Shack in time for the NRL Grand Final, it's 2 year anniversary. Everyone will be invited, considering we can all drive to it's door, so there should be no excuses as you don't have to wade through a few hundred metres of bush to get there anymore.

We left The Shack and headed to Yank's to watch the footy. Fuck it was a good game. The Canadian Club continued to flow, and with the help of Yank and Alex's cats, Bliz and Harris, we were entertained to the max. We reconned a few pizzas from Dominos, and Benji and I made the decision to go to The Normanby to cap off the Sunday. Everything happened pretty quickly, but before we knew it we were bailing out of Kyle's car infront of the pub.

The Normanby is huge. It's overwhelming. The talent, the bogans, the amount of bar staff alone. It's all just huge. It's also the first pub I've seen to serve food on premise, which is probably a good idea. I think me and Benji were just shellshocked really, we'd peaked earlier in the day, and now were just trying to maintain some sort of enjoyable level. We had gone out on a shoestring really, I only had $25, but thanks to Jess, our $25 went pretty far. I pretty sure we at least got 4 rounds in, and I still managed to leave with $8 spare. Thanks Jess

But yeah, The Normanby is massive, and blew our minds. We retreated to the pool tables for a bit and almost got victory but fell a little short of the mark. We headed downstairs to check out the band, but it had stopped and we were instead subjected to watching this cougar run riot with as many mates as possible on the dancefloor. Not wanting to become it's next meal, we headed upstairs to the club and scouted it out. Well, Benji will never forget: 'You. Have. Interesting. *gestures* Hair!'. Crazy soon to be cougar said to him. We mingled straight into the dance floor and made it our mission to claim the podium. I don't know what it is, but we see podium and instantly want to claim it. I failed in the mission, Benji succeeded, but was then cockwalled and all that was left was his fro bouncing around.

Time to go really. Yeatsie was our ride (cheers dude) and a short time later, we were both home, before midnight too. The Normanby sorta had the last laugh yesterday, but needless to say, we will destroy it next time!

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