With holiday's almost over, and Benji and myself working stupid hours that normally involves weekends, we took it upon ourselves to celebrate our last weekend before uni/tafe on a Wednesday. It was an ambitious plan with both of us coming off long 8 hours shifts but it ended up being on the best nights I've ever been out.

It started with us planning to get a decent steak for Yeatsie's birthday, but as the poor bastard has been feeling crook that plan sorta abandoned itself. Nevertheless, me and Benji decided to head into the city, have a steak there and then trek to the Down Under Bar to spend our weekend (on a Wednesday).

I was feeling the ji all afternoon with my 3 V's buzz and Benji was set for a fucking tops night too after his Red Eye and Vodka. When Benji got to mine, we had a few drinks and then I cracked out the special treat, Canadian Club Classic. It tastes fucking great and although it was for Benji's birthday, tonight was a worthy reason to drink from it. Yeatsie being the champion he is, said he was all good to drive us into the city, so after drinks, we piled into his beast and set forth on our adventure.

We got dropped nearly the Brewhouse, but as the call of the nature was strong we headed straight for the toilets. After visiting the ATM on the way back we realised it was a bit late for steak so we settled on a quarter pounder. Well worth it, such a great base for a night out. We walked down the mall and noticed we were the only people without jumpers (undershirts!) and that there seemed to be a giant game of soccer on between Korea and Australia (we think?). Benji needed a bit of life, so we stopped and he drank his Red Eye and then we were set.

The Down Under bar is just up from Club Phoenix and looks pretty small from the outside, but it wraps around and works out to be pretty decent. When we got in Benji had to leak, so I went to the bar to wait for him. Turns out I walked into the best thing ever, the attendant was like, 'Would you like a free beer?'. I thought about it, I don't even like beer, but FUCK IT, hell yes I said. I still maintain that beer tastes shit, but this was actually the best one I had. It was fairly smoothish going down, and didn't have much of a bitter bite to it, but I never found out the name of it. Benji returned and then I told of him my tale. He tried to repeat it but was told that they had just given out 12 jugs of free beer and he missed out. He settled for a Corona.

We found a seat and just observed the surroundings. Alot of different cultures and alot of talent, no matter what country you are from. We watched their big screen for awhile, blown away by the trippy film clips before exploring a little more. We found a pool table and decided to chillax with a few games. Enter two Sydney chicks. They wanted to play doubles with us, so we agreed, Laura and Kelly were there names. It was a little awkward at first, but being trojans we crossed many barriers until we were all great friends. They sucked pretty bad, but being good sports we turned many blind eyes to give the game a bit of longevity. Turns out they were up from Sydney on business so were just having a few drinks to relax, which was cool we me as they kept buying bourbons and coke for us and champers for themselves.

The music was pretty cool at this point, lots of great classics like Jump by Van Halen and By the Way spurred me and Benji to victory before we were challenged by two other guys. We accepted and I paired with Kelly, who was voted best chick player by Laura, to defend our table. These guys name's were something and someone, but in the small small world, the decent player was the son of the Dean of IT at QUT. Haha! We lost the first just. One ball! The next game would be our clencher, then the beginning of the end happened. Some other guys chucked their money on the table to play the challenger. Me and Kelly got to about 4 on 4, when the girls left to go outside for a smoke. Benji took Kelly's replacement and we played with so much fucking spirit that it came down to 2 on 2 when the fuckstains just sunk on of our balls and then went off to hi5 each other! I was fucking shocked. We looked at the other team and we agreed to sink on their balls too to make it 1 on 1. From then on it was fucked, the dude from America on the other team even said, in American, that's a fucking cuestick to the face. Instead we watched as the destroyed us with 2 great shots to win the match. Losing, we left the table and had another drink, as we waited for the girls.

Laura came back, they were bailing, so they grabbed their coats, gave us a kiss goodbye and left behind their drinks. I bit shocked, we decided to drink their champagne in their honour then head back to the dancefloor. The DJ announcer kept saying that a Wet T-shirt competition was brewing, so me and Benji started to feel the energy and were excited at the prospect of it. We ended up meeting another bunch of girls with a random guy with them. One of the chicks was smashed, the other was fine, she had been drinking but she was still soberish. The night starts to get a bit blurry here as we continued to drink and randomly make chatter.

I remember we created a train to travel from one side of the bar to the other which failed miserably because our driver wasn't awesome enough. Benji got talking with these girls really well, I was just starting to bob my head to the music and have a good time. We broke away from the girls to try and destroy Virtua Cop as we had the positions memorised from when we played the game on computer. Turns out we weren't as skilled on Advanced so got owned by the criminals pretty quickly resulting in our feeling a bit robbed, but we soon realised we were fucking having a great time all the same!

I remember having many a conversation with the different cultures in the loo. I think I declared war on the Germans when I was talking to some dude, but later on he seemed pretty happy with me on the dance floor. I was talking to a few Swede's as well and this Brazilian dude, all was great. The place was starting to get packed and then somehow the Wet T-shirt competition started and we were right in front of the thing. $200 and a trip to Fraser Island was the prize, but sadly only two chicks were game enough for it. Doesn't matter, they were decent enough. The comp was all in great fun, with the chicks rubbing, kissing, teasing as usual. We even got to see some tits when one lifted her top a little too far

After the competition I just stayed on the dance floor, moving and grooving while Benji was off with the females and the random dude I think. The night sped forward really fast then, I vaguely remember showing some guy who gave me the horns that I was wearing my Megadeth shirt underneath my clubbing wear. Props. Next thing I knew Jess had finished work and was in the bar looking for us as we were all pooling together for a cab so Amy could have a night of sleep.

Eventually we left, after Jess introduced us to some Brazilian dudes and an ex workmate of her's, Xavier who very kindly offered free drinks at the Beachhouse (wherever that is) next time I'm in the city. We piled into the cab, and enjoyed a lovely trip home with Darren our driver talking about rugby, big families and the southside. Survival instincts kicked in once the more sober Jess left the car and I guided Darren back to mine then gave him quick directions to Benji's.

And that is the end of my mid week weekend. Sofar me and Benji have had 100% success rate with our adventures in Sydney, New Years and now, the Down Under Bar

OaO

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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After working for 18ish hours over 2 days, I was tired and sore, but keen for a fucking awesome shack night and last night delivered. Earlier in the week Benji and I did a few more progressive enhancements to The Shack including a shoe rack, a table and wall trim to finish the place off. All it needs now is a few blokey add in's and it'll be complete.

The day started well, I managed to score a 6pk of McK for the grand sum of $4.49 from 1st Choice and I had completed sewing my mattress together to the sights and sounds of Curb Your Enthusiam. After a dinner, I eventually rode to The Shack at about 7.30 after navigating my way through the The Plateau of Metal of Destruction, Death and Despair successfully.

Everyone was there, bar Josh who skipped the night due a bout of TVitist. My mattress was awesome, and the night begun slowly with everyone drinking and chanting along to music. The atmosphere was great, plenty of awesome photos were taken and a really nostalgic Barbie Girl karaoke is present on someone's phone. Being the fire warden, I decommissioned the candle as it was dangerous but then the unthinkable happened and Danman's arm was attacked by candle wax after a candle was blown out by Mudos. He said it hurt, we had no idea, it was dark and The Shack love was in full swing. There was a few random phones throughout the night, I don't remember them, but hey I know they happened.

Our tastebuds were tingling so we all set off towards the Shell. We wandering through the various valley's before me and Kyle climbed onto the Moon. I just remember shouting 'I'm on the moon motherfuckers!' and then next thing I was screaming 'I FELL OFF THE WORLD' as I fell onto the dirt below eating shit. Kyle somehow managed to do the same thing and that Moon had claimed two of the best soldiers The Shack had ever seen. Benji and Danman helped us up and before long we were trekking along the newly paved road towards the Shell again. There was a massive pipe on the side of the road, so being awesome and manly we carried it an extended distance before rolling it along the road. DANGER WILSON. A porch light came on so being teenagers and pussy's we ran like rabbits into the darkness.

Here I remember falling into a ditch and trying out my  high jump skills on a retaining wall before launching my McK bottle across the neverlands. Round Two and it finally smashed. It was about this time that we busted the biggest conspiracy to man. Why did they make light. Well they wanted something ot emulate the sun, that's why they are yellow and these days they are white. They aren't yellow cause yellow promotes the sun, and sun means cancer, sorta like sunroofs are now called moonroofs for the same reason. So the light manufacturers had to the make the lights white, like the moon, so moon lights. It's so perfect.

Danman had he traditional engineer rage up and destroyed the barricades before running like the wind. This was when Benji just ate shit on the road which was amusing for all. We eventually got to the servo and everyone headed their separate ways for various foods. Me and Benji teamed up and got two packets of Kettle Chili Chips for the bargain price of $4. While buying them I told the service station attendant our theory about the lights and although confused, he seemed to understand.

After getting foods, we regrouped outside the servo and examined Danman's arm. It was a massacre! The candle wax had it in for him good. This is where the night turned a bit sour. Mudos wouldn't apologise to Danman and in the end walked off home by himself leaving us in shock and having to navigate the path home a man down. We got back to the Shack and decided that as hardcore as we were, Danman's arm needed a shower and some loving so we closed up shop and trekked home.

I remember having a rambling rant to Benji and Kyle about getting to The Shack early at 6.30 when they said 7, but all was sorta lost in the moment. I remember Benji struggling to maintain a straight path with his bike and then he suddenly veered off into the bush and nearly down this huge hill. We crossed the The Plateau of Metal of Destruction, Death and Despair together and then parted ways and headed home.

As soon as I got home I jumped on MSN and chatted to Mudos for awhile before hitting the bed before waking up this morning at like 11 to relive the love with Danman and Kyle over MSN. Good fucking times. So sore though, falling off the world hurts

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