Yesterday was always going to be a huge day for me, a day of reckoning to exaggerate. It was Friday the 13th and luckily for me I have 13 letters in my name, so it turns out I'm most likely to be fucked up by whatever superstitious curse that Friday the 13th brings.

It started with an interview at 1st Choice down at Browns Plains, I thought it went relatively well but obviously not as I haven't recieved a phone call or anything from it so I'm guessing I missed out. Never fear, it was time for the cosmic ball of energy to combine ready for The Red Hot Chili Peppers.

I picked Danman up around 6 and the Chili jam began right then and there in the Chazza. Danman freaked out a few fellow drivers and passengers alike with his crazy singing antics! We eventually got to jess's and our energy was making her feel weird. Oh well, that's what happens Jess's Dad was ready so we piled into the Pajero and headed off to Boondall. Suprisingly it was that packed getting there!

We lined up and got some merchandise, I got a shirt for $45 and was considering a sweatband too but eventually decided it was time to head to destiny. Danman wanted to get there ontime so we could watch Har Mar Superstar. I thought he was shit, but man did he have balls and all up was an entertaining act. He coaxed the crowd into throwing bottles and random shit at him because they sucked, often mocking them. It was all a bit of a laugh really. We went got to the floor we were about 15 rows back. After some shuffling to find the best spot, me and Danman split away from Jess who found a friend from work to entertain her.

We ended up behind these two annoying surfer kids who just had there heads buried into their mobiles. After some sweet mexican waves and me and Danman's random reciting of lyrics, the lights finally dimmed and they filed out. The show was incredible, and me and Danman's singing powers were unmatched until we met the extreme dudes. If any has ever seen Harold and Kumar, just imagine those extreme guys, we had a about 5 of them in front of us and one of them was particularly extreme. He was a nut, and most probably on something as he kept shouting out 'I FEEL SO SEXY, SEXY' which was a little off the wall. He kept fucking pissing me off so I was keen to move infront of them but just couldn't, too extreme for me...for now.

The songs kept playing and the musicianship was fucking brilliant, John is a god on guitar and Flea's bass skills are unmatched. Chad did his best to look like WIll Ferrell and Anthony tried to look somewhat healthy despite his flu. All and all, me and Danman were rocking like it was 1999, then all of sudden we heard the bassline from Me and My Friends. This song is about 20 years old and is just fucking cool. Immediately I grabbed Danman and we interlocked around the shoulders and formed our cosmic ball of energy. We started moshing and screaming lyrics all while barging through the extreme guys. We were fucking rooted when that song finished, but managed to work our way like 3 rows from the front! It was fucking INSANE. None of the preppy girls knew the song and I think they were blown away by mine and Danman's perfect recitial. By The Way was also great, our cosmic energy caused the girls in front to shift to the side a little bit to give us our jumping space. I almost lost my glasses and I'm pretty sure it was this stage that I could taste blood, but nevertheless, it was the Chili Peppers and it was fucking amazing!

Me and Danman were really keen to hear Suck My Kiss so keep shouting it out inbetween songs only to have the girls in front go, 'Suck My Tits?, Huh?'. Tsk. The show carried on and eventually after being complety mind fucked by an insane jam, the encore came on, Under the Bridge and Give It Away. By this stage we were gone, but knowing we wouldn't have this chance again summon our cosmic energies and sung as loud as we could, well I know I did. Here is everyone softly singing Under the Bridge and I'm belting it out as loud as I possibly could. Fucking awesome.

We left the concert complety blown away and looking forward to the next one. Danman still had bundles of energy and was jumping all around the joint. We witnessed a crazy couple going absolutely fucking nuts at this car to 'GO FORWARD, FUCK!' for some unknown reason. He eventually pulled out, got to where he wanted and then waited there for at least half an hour. Tosser.

The journey home was relived thanks to me and Danman and green Powerade which tastes like liquid green sugary cosmic energy. Singing and dancing all the way home I tell ya, much to the amusement of other drivers.

Suprisingly I woke up this morning for work with a voicebox and powered through my four hour shift. When I got home Davo gave us a call to go to the coast and learn to surf. He picked up Yeatsie on the way through and we headed down to Main Beach via Maccas. The surf was shit so the board stayed in the car and my surfing virginity is still intact. Nothing much exciting down at the coast, just a bit of sun, surf and salt water

OaO

Well I'm off to a flyer of a start for the holidays, if it was any other time, I'd just call myself a beast slayer, because well, we all know the Chazza is a beast and it's four cylinder power is undisputed. It has carried us far and wide, many great journey's and experiences, including taking out a plover , chugging up the Gateway bound to Schoolies and well, a ship to rescue the drunken, but today a part of the beast died. Sorta.

It all started with Fingal, which I might add is in NSW (I'm blaming them, it's easier that way). I awoke nice and fresh at 5.30am ready to tackle a new beach with the usual crew of Benji, Kyle and Yeatsie. I had two coast cd's burnt, Best Of mixes, yes including The Unforgiven II and Summer of 69. The day was destined to be great, a fine start to the holidays, but twas not to be.

After picking up Kyle and Benji, we waited outside Yeat's house for the good old five minutes while he curls his hair, plucks his nose hairs and what not, when the Chazza just died. Idled to death. In shock, and surprise I went to start the beast up again, it sorta growled, almost saying 'Fuck you for waking me at 5.45am', but eventually it purred to it's slow rumble, only to die again. Eventually, like coaxing Ernie to leave The Shack with a stick, it started up and I took her on a victory lap. It survived. Yeats was almost ready at this stage, so we had a three course breakfast and then he jumped in the beast. All seemed well.

The epic journey was ready to proceed. Benji was talking usual sleep deprived shit, Kyle was seeping AGB and Yeats was just, pumped for beach. Tragedy struck. Cruising down Illaweena Street, the beast died... then came back to life. Scared by it's wavering loyalty, I wanted to run her around the block. I thought it'd be ok, no warning lights, she wasn't foaming at the mouth or anything. The beast seemed healthy, just suffering from PMS. Alas, it died rounding the bend onto Gowan and there she laid for the next hour, bruised and injured, weeping like a 10 year old boy whose Tonka truck fell into a stormwater drain.

Steam (or foam, I get confused between the whole beast to machine conversion), was seeping from under the bonnet. I opened her up and it seems that it's loyal owner had forgot about the necessity of oil. She was bone dry. I called Dad, he'd know what to do. Wrong, he's not the mechanic type, good with numbers, but not so much pets. RACQ was on the way though. After wishing we had packed a ball, or thinking of the possibility of retrieving The Shack cricket set we were passed by a Falcon load of Samoans. They were the only ones to stop and take a closer look at my dying beast. I guess they love animals too. I thanked the driver, and after a few 'bro's' later, they continued driving (probably to the beach knowing my twisted luck). Kyle's continual anal leakage kept everyone on their toes while we waited for the RACQ.

Enter Owen, RACQ mechanic for 15 years. I told him I was a twat and forget to feed her oil. After a bit of giggling to himself, he filled her with 3L of the good stuff, oil at $5 a litre. He warned me that I may of done her harm, the beast might be dead. Luckily it wasn't, she was just a little wounded, but it was serious. Turns out the first cylinder of my car is lazy and doesn't like to work (like someone I know) at idle. She only kicks into gear when the going gets tough, or going, either way. So turns out the beast isn't dead, just has lost a leg in the war against Iraq. I could blame Bush, but that'd just be exaggerating and the guy already has enough people whining to him, so I blame Fingal.

And yeah, I'm grounded until I fit her with a prosthetic leg, which looks like Wednesday at 1pm. So hoo-fucking-ray, Easter holidays going to be a blast!

Oh Cameron, I need another $15 for your Lamb of God ticket, the beast needed it, I know you'll understand, <3.

OaO

Well now that summer is over and I've officially been back at uni a month, I found myself reflecting over my summer and what I actually did. Here goes:

• Managed to go to the beach at least once a week, even pushing it to three one week.
  • Benji, Jess, Yeatsie and Kyle were the normal crew with a few special guests including Cameron, Yank, Amy and Adam.
  • We discovered that there is nothing like going to the beach early (ie. 7am).
  • Main Beach the most solid beach, North Burleigh produces the biggest waves and North Surfers occasionally good for a paddle. Coast
  • Coastwatch is a good guide to swells and conditions, but not bulletproof
• I was introduced to the game of poker.
  • To date, I'm $32 ahead
• I started to play guitar
  • I'm still terrible
  • In time your fingers really do stretch though so stringing some notes together now isn't as hard as it once was, but I'm still no Mustaine.
• I went to Sydney with Mel and Benji to watch Tool play and have a holiday
  • I'm glad it happened. I now know that it's about $500 to see a band in Sydney
  • I went to a strip club, no cover charge
  • I don't think Benji, Mel and I has 0 BAC the entire time we were there
  • We learnt that cask wine is terrible
  • I randomly hooked up (unsure?) with a 26yo British backpacker
  • The Empire Hotel was awesome
  • Benji and Mel learnt not to doubt my navigator ways
  • Mel and Benji loved to bicker about money that one fateful night
  • Mel and I were ready to destroy Benji if he said one more quote
  • Bondi Beach isn't all that great
  • Return tickets on transport doesn't exist in Sydney
  • The Harbour Bridge is well, a bridge. The Opera House is, well, put it this way, if she was a girl a club, you'd call her a DDW
  • The Tool show was great!
  • Utopia is CD heaven (sorry Mel and Benji)
  • The Cambridge Quality Comfort Inn wasn't what we expected.
• I managed to continue and then stop my CD collection at the magical 199 mark. Megadeth's new album (United Abominations, May 15th) will be my 200th.
  • I have saved alot of money by abstaining from CD's!
  • I have rediscovered some bands that had been forgotten in my CD buying spree, aka Dungeon, Pantera and Lacuna Coil.
• I completed a Bar Course and obtained my RSA
  • I still haven't got a job to utilise it yet
• I discovered a range of different bourbons, from McK, Southern Comfort, Woodstock, Jim Beam/Black, Black Douglas, Cougar and Wild Turkey
  • Black Douglas and Cougar are terrible
  • Southern Comfort isn't much better
  • McK is a nice smooth drop, along with Jim Beam Black
  • Woodstocks are dead cheap, go down easy and sofar I've had a 100% happy drunk success rate with them
  • Jim Beam has a nice taste, just below Woodstock for me
• Eating out is fun
  • Hogs Breath gets two thumbs up
  • Need to do it more often!
• The Shack maintenance and improvements kept me busy every other week
• The Group website and various web projects entertained me until midway through December.
  • Don't worry, I've started getting back into it, a new version will be released this year, in fact, I'm using an alpha version to type this blog.
  • The most frequent bloggers would have to be Amy and Benji .
  • Mel , Kyle and Yank take the cake for laziness, I'm not far behind.
  • Danman's blogs were entertaining 100% of the time.
  • One of Amy's articles was discovered by Google and has since had discussion by randoms
• Enjoyed many weekends out on the town clubbing
  • Yeats, Kyle and Benji were the normal crew.
  • I tagged along every so often, Adam even less so and Yank even less then that
• I got myself a 30GB Ipod, it's pretty cool
• I discovered a bunch of random TV now that the OC is gone (tear)
  
  • My Name is Earl is a great show, watch it.
  • The Biggest Loser keeps Cameron and I entertained every weeknight
  • LOST confuses me, but I'm interested enough that I'll probably rent the first two seasons so I have some clue
  • Bondi Rescue isn't a bad show
  • Rewatching That 70's Show is definitely worth it
• I joined two websites that I think people could benefit from, 43things and last.fm
  • Amy , Kyle and Cameron agree with me.

That's about it, I'll add to it as I remember. OaO