Last night as I hinted in my last entry, we took Dani out clubbing to celebrate her 18th birthday. The night started when my Dad dropped me and Tiana off at Dani's place where everyone was meeting beforehand for some pre drinks. I was feeling pretty off from the night before so went slow and just had one Canadian Club and soaked in the atmosphere.

Eventually time passed by and the next thing we know is that we are on the 150 heading into Queen Street. The bus ride was mildly entertaining with Benji showing just how comfortable he is with his sexuality by coming onto some dude to try and get him to move away from us on the bus. It succeeded in giving laughs and Benji reclaiming one seat, but failed in that he now started to crack onto Amy and Nani. This time it wasn't me, but Benji who needed to empty his bladder, one stop after we got on.. He however, has amazing pregnant women skills and was able to contain himself until we reached the city.

Upon arriving, our little group which consisted of Natalie, Nani, Amy, Dani, Mel, Michael, Shane, Benji and I heading towards The Victory. We were hoping to see if Dani could get in a few minutes before midnight but after discovering the line was huge, we decided to just walk into the valley. After some really bad Maccas, the group sorta split up on our trek, with Benji, Nani and Amy actually skipping Birdies and heading straight the Mustang Bar, whilst the rest of us listened to an ex-boyfriend be a tosser and get somewhat lost on some streets after a few bad turns. We went to Birdies, which I'm personally not a fan of. After about 10 minutes, I slinked out with Yeatsie meeting me outside. He had just finished a 'work' Christmas party and was pretty smashed and still with a full wallet. Without any hesitation, we headed straight to the Mustang Bar to meet up with Benji, Nani and Amy.

Still taking it easy, I decided to start hard with a Long Island Iced Tea. It went down ok, but just wasn't really in a mood. I recon'd the others from Birdies and brought them to the Mustang Bar. We went upstairs, had a few drinks and relaxed around the bar before going downstairs to the dancefloor. I decided/realised fairly fast that my $40 wasn't going to get me far so I began to scull everything I got for maximum effect. Canadian Club's, Bundy Draughts, Firetrucks and more Long Islands all went down in seconds and then it all started to hit me.

Much crazy dancing and the normal hoorah associated with me, alcohol and the Mustang Bar ensued. Now I'm pretty proud, originally Dani, Tiana, Michael and Mel all wanted to spend lockdown in Birdies, but the good old Mustang Bar charm kept them inside the doors until about 4am where we headed out to the bus stop via the kebab shop and maccas. Somewhere between me not being drunk and 4am, Mel and Shane left early because of reasons I really have no clue about. Eventually we got to Garbo and then Dani and I gave our dad's a call to pick us up. Dani's dad took Michael, Dani, Natalie and Amy back to Dani's while my Dad took me and Benji to Dani's and Nani back to mine.

Me and Benji executed the perfect mission which granted us access to Dani's house. After a few minutes, Benji decided that he wanted to go home to sleep so he ran home at about 5am in the morning. Waving goodbye, me, Amy and Dani chatted for a bit in Dani's room before we all passed out for a good 6 hours or so. We showered and then wandered out to Dani's pergola where all her relatives where arriving to wish her 'Happy Birthday' and sink a few drinks and have a feed.

Benji, Adam, Michael and Cam arrived to make me less of the 'cool girl with short hair' and restore the gender balance. Originally Dani mentioned that there would be drinking involved so Cam arrived prepared with two six packs, one of Canadian Club and other of Premium Woodstock. Cam carried the flag today, downing all his booze and managing to steal a few extras towards the end of the day to quench his thirst. After a lunch of Nandos, salad and fruit, Benji, Cam, Dani, Natalie, Mel and I went for a swim and played a game of 'don't let the other gender get the ball mixed with hot potato' (there is a name for it? 10 points to whoever tells me!) for about an hour, hour and a half. After seeing Mel's ass, watching Cam whale dive and just general ownage by the males, we eventually hopped out ready for the cakes!

After a Aria winning Happy Birthday song, supported by Cam on backing vocals, we downed some cake, and was just generally entertained by Cam's drunkness. The afternoon wound down and slowly people left, including the relatives. The afternoon died down into Benji, Cam, Dani, Mel, Natalie and me watching the OC and taking it easy as were rooted from swimming and the night before. Cam left us about halfway through the episode and continued to drink with Dani's parents, probably giving them all a good laugh.

And that's the story of a girl and how she lost her clubbing virginity as told by someone who was too drunk to properly blog the details of the night. Happy 18th Dani!

If you haven't already read accounts of last night from Benji or Amy, I'm about to fill you in on my Friday, the long and eventful Friday. My day started at work at 8am. It was a standard shift until 4, but eventually it got pushed back further and further and I ended up coming home at 5.30 to absolutely crash. I showered and had some pants on and just feel back onto my bed and relaxed to a pump Led Zeppelin. I passed out spread on my bed and then Amy and Nani woke me up charging into the room and jumping on me.

I got my shit together, and we picked up Benji and headed to Yank's, where Kyle, Yank, Yeatsie and Matt were drinking and had been since 12 whilst watching the ashes. Everyone was already trashed as at yank's so I had to play catch up with my new drink, McK. It's not too bad, pretty smooth, 1.8 std drinks to a can so it packs a bit of a punch too. I managed to down the six pack leaving only one in my pocket for later by the time we caught the 130 in. My notoriously small bladder wrecked havoc on me on the bus ride and despite me being the only one bitching, whining and complaining, when we rocked up to Griffith Bus Station all the boys piss bolted from the bus to the garden to drain the snakes. Ha.

We got off at Queen Street and stumbled towards the Victory. It was pretty average night, so after talking to the barmaid about getting a job there and shouting a round, me and Yank found a few blokes to play 2 on 2 pool with. I sucked, so I was interchanged by his 2IC which is either Rob or Chaz or something like that. It was an intense match, with lots of cheering, slow clapping and attempted mexican waves by Kyle. I'm surprised Yeatsie's 'aussie, aussie, aussie' chants didn't get us kicked out!

We left the Victory and headed to the Valley. The boys linked arms and charged down the street in full song, singing along to Waltzing Matilda, national anthem and 'my baby takes the morning train', aka. Sheena Easton - Morning Train (9 to 5). It's also interesting to note that looking at the lyrics, it is a women singing about a man... not a woman. Oh well. Nani and Amy spent this trip hanging behind us trying to look like they were on their own, this failed as me and Benji slowed up and walked with them, gradually hearing the singing fading off into the distance. We caught up with Yank and Rob/Chaz/2IC who were urinating on a church/driveway. Me and Benji tagged them and they took over the reins of looking after the girls.

We went to Birdies firstly, in which Benji was denied access because he apparently hit/kicked a pole. Interesting. I was told to take him and get some water. Fucking that off, me and Benji went to the Mustang Bar and sink a few drinks up top. We also sunk my last can of McK that was hiding in my pocket. The kids left the Birdies we screamed at them from the top of the Mustang to come in. We all hung around the Mustang for awhile, more pool games ensued, I met up with some random chicks who gave me a glow stick to play around with. I then talked to some older women about something or other.

The night dragged on, eventually we all split up, and me and Yeatsie headed to Birdies which fucking sucked. We left and come back to the Mustang to find Benji and Nani, the others had gone home (well, they had more adventures, see amy's blog). Me and Yeatsie rocked out hard to AC/DC and other bands of which a Benji has a few photos that should arrive on the internet soon.

We went home, catching the 130. Yeastie and Nani passed out immediately and me and Benji started singing everything and anything on the way home to keep us awake. The bus eventually dropped us off near where I used to live in which I then lost my pants and ran down the street to lose my license and $5 to the road. Benji took Yeatsie and Nani home and then came back on his black bullet to help me look for my licence. We didn't find it and went home a sad man.

I passed out in Benji's bed and then woke up in the morning and rang the bus depot and the Mustang looking for my licence. There was no luck. I was pissed off and kinda dissapointed because it meant that I wouldn't be able to go out clubbing tonight. I rang Adam to pick me and Nani up to take us and home. On the way I asked him to drive down the street and fucking, just my luck, I found it sitting ontop of the gutter! Rock on! Adam took me and Nani home in which she passed out on my bed for hours and hours and I just wandered around downstairs.

I showered, got dressed and headed into the city to meet Dani, Mel and Micheal to shop for dani's birthday present. After wandering around we eventually got her an outfit and they left to get ready for tonight's clubbing adventures. I left them too it and hit up JB and Rocking Horse and bought Led Zeppelin II and IV and Snow Patrol - When It's All Over We Still Have To Clear Up and Dani's present.

Anyway, it's now 9pm, me, benji and nani were meant to be at dani's half hour ago and I'm still sitting here semi naked!

OaO

Last night marked the first night that Benji got to hit the town and go wild, and fucking oath did it deliver. Kyle, Yank, Benji and me hit the town at about 10.30pm after getting a lift in by Yank's law abiding brother. The trip in was good, swigging the highly concentrated vodka and orange juice mix and listening to random techno beats and other shit.

We got dropped off at the Mustang Bar, oh I how I heart that place and although the night started quiet, it filled up by the time we left at 5am. We started the night with a round of Long Island Iced Tea, in which I finished in about tminus 30 seconds, haha. We then sunk a few games of pool and I think Yank's team won every time, pure coincidence as far as I'm concerned. After pool is where the fun began, firstly me and Kyle with our charm got two Canadian Clubs on the house (The Group Free Drink Count (TGFDC): 2). Too damn good I say. Yank and I then got approached by these two females claiming that our shirts where the same, which was crap, but we blew their lame cover and knew they just wanted pants. I think my final line to them was "Tell you what, keep drinking, find us on the floor later and then tell us if they are the same". Haha. We stuck around the Mustang for awhile longer, dancing and just doing stuff, then I met Simon.

Simon had previously banged one of the bar chicks, so was keen to offer his services as a free drink getter. At first I was off with him to go get myself another free Canadian Club, but then I palmed Yank onto Simon, I'd already had one freebie, time to spread the love. Give it about 5 minutes, and Yank comes back with a free drink, that's gold (TGFDC: 3). We just hung at the bar for a bit, then Yank and I meet up with Mark. Mark was a metro business man or something, and after getting us free drinks (TGFDC: 5), was kicked out for repeatedly calling the bartender babe. It was a Sambucca shot, so I downed it fast to avoid the taste, it wasn't even on fire! Benji then claimed TGFDC to be 6, but in reality he just got a tip from some chick for buying her a drink. Well done champion.

After taking Benji and Kyle's photo underneath the Canadian Club sign and meeting up with g0t.leg?, we pissed off to Macca's for a feed. Benji used his skills and got us all discounted fucking meals which was an effort, so props to him and I met up with the security guard from my previous adventures! How fucking awesome was that? He remembered me and we spoke for a bit about how he's just been at Schoolies and the crowd was generally well behaved but there was lots of girl on girl fights (bullshit, not when I was there at least, haha).

We ventured back to the Mustang Bar as a quick stopoff to pick up/talk to one of Yank's work mates then went onto Birdies. Now because I had borrowed Yeatsie's shoes, this was my first time at Birdies and impressions are, it's meh. We eventually got in, after Kyle thought it'd be balls (yeah new saying) to tell the bouncers that he got in a fight (aka, I'm a grub and spilt Macca's all over me) and that's why his shirt has stains on it. After a knuckle checking and him taking off his shirt we went in and then the boys proceeded to get a few Tequila shots in them. We were just dancing around being tards as you do on the podium when Yank goes and drops beer number one. Haha. Kyle met up with some random chick who he used to work with at Kmart and then that's where the disaster struck. We lost her, then he wanted back in so we started our mission to find the long lost Kmart chick called Stacey.

It was a hopeless mission, we were tanked and had no fucking idea what Stacey even looked like, but like a good solider I kept looking. I even looked in the toilets, and that was where I struck out and needed urgent fucking wingman assistance! There was some random chick standing against the wall and I was like 'Hey, you don't happen to be Stacey do you?' She said no and I continued on to drain the snake then as I walked out I was latched onto by her where she then proceeded to dirty dance me, grab my crotch, and grab my hand and put it down her top. I was in all sorts of trouble! KYLE NEED WINGMAN ASSISTANCE. The call was heard and while I was being dragged off to be lap danced, much at Yank and Kyle's fucking amusement, this chick started to grind me (Sarah btw) and I was going 'fuck, um I'm spoken for!!' and 'oi fucking Kyle, WINGMAN'. It was terrible, well might of been ok if I wasn't spoken for, but regardless she was onto me like a fly on a wall. I managed to escape, but she tracked me down on the dance floor and continued to grope me and then pulled me back to the couches for another drunken lap dance. She was heating up (lol fucking I was just a panicking mess) and then tried to kiss me. If she thought she'd seen hard to get, she just got a whole new level, what guy after being lap danced, groped and allowed to grope turns it down, I do, cause I'm the motherfucking juggernaut. Haha. I turned my head and was like, 'nah, I gotta go, I'm spoken for'. Boom, didn't stop her, next thing me ear was dripping in saliva (well come on, she was pissed too). Kyle realised the urgency of the situation and dropped Sarah's friend and rescued me. Thank fuck for that. We got back on the dance floor and she found me again. I tell ya, she was on a mission, lucky for me, so was Kyle. He saved me again, and then we went on a recon mission to find Benji.

We found him, and hauled ass back to the Mustang Bar. We were there a bit then Kyle and Benji left and went home, so me and Yank picked up the slack and turning the drinking up a notch. First we headed back to Birdies and just danced around and took it easy in the beer garden. Yank being awesome drops beer number two, haha. Clown! We headed back to the Mustang Bar to get in just before lockout. We went straight to the bar and Yank managed to get the same bartender that was with Simon so he picked up TGFD 6th and 7th (haha, TGFDC: 7). Me and him were just chilling at the DJ booth when the DJ turned ugly, he gave me and Yank shit about being fucking twins, bullshit I say, fucking bullshit, and then I dropped my drink in the DJ box, hmm, music equipment and drinks, not a good mix. He was a good sport though and didn't get us kicked out, so we just copped some more flak about being ugly fucking twins then pissed off back for another drink. Some chick was eyeing us off, so we went and talked to her, keen to figure out what her deal was. She denied it and then walked off with her friends. Whatever. We danced abit on the floor, then fucking took retreat in amongst the bar after Yank manages to drop beer number three! Three fucking beers! We managed to have a yarn about that, arguing cups should have grip tabs so they are like those things you can put on your pencil to write neater or something.

Our funds were dwindling, so I managed to pull out some charm and score a free Canadian Club (TGFDC: 8) from the bar. We downed that, some random beers that were sitting on the table then owned the dance floor until the sun started to shine. As we left the Mustang Bar, high fiving the security (I'm going to be a VIP, just you wait) we went to some random kebab shop and got our blood alcohol readings tested. Yank blew .128 and I blew .139. Can you say fucked up? We needed out, and Amy, have you met Amy? She has stones, she is fucking awesome and is really just a cool guy with long hair. As sick as she was, and as tired as she was and despite the fact she had work for 10 hours, she didn't leave a man behind. What a fucking champion Amy is, she drove her ass to the city and pick me and Yank up from Dane, who was some country bumpkin who stumbled from Ipswich for a night out on the town. Haha, news just in, according to Yank we had a reputation going around as the hot twins (twins? wtf) and when we were waiting in the gutter these chicks walked paper and were like 'Look it's the hot twins!'. Haha, gold!

Fucking awesome Amy, from now on FAA, drove us home quick smart, even though I had a yack attack twice. FAA was cool about it, but didn't see the funny side of me being passed out face down on the side of some street while Yank was snapping photos. Haha. FAA got me home, where I then started to read the paper on my grass outside. Dad opened up the front door and said, 'what the fuck are you doing, get inside' and then I remember staggering up the stairs, and hitting the pillow and then I woke up and started typing this. Gold. OaO

edit rofl. I got a number too. I have no knowledge or recollection of it, but Yank just msn'd me and said, oi, you got a number too. Hope. I checked my phone and yeah, I now have a Hope in my phone. rofl.