Haven't done a great deal this week, but nonetheless, I will attempt to create an insightful and interesting story that will soak up about five minutes or you time, give or take a few seconds where you take some time to contemplate whether it worth commenting on, which I'm guessing more then 90% will think along the lines of 'too much effort' or 'i have nothing to say'.

On Wednesday night I was pulled from my house by Cam, Benji and Danman to go the Shack. It wasn't much of a mission, I hadn't been there in a while and was keen, although due to being as poor as a cluster of bums on Queen Street and opting not to drink warm XXXX, I stayed sober and watched the night unfold.

Benji and I rode there, which was good. I keep forgetting how relaxing it is to pedal somewhere, wind in your hair and bugs in the teeth. I love it. While we rode, Danman picked up Kyle from Sheepstation Gully and then dropped off all the supplies (ice and booze) and walked back to The Shack. The night started slowly, so when Yank came to drop off more supplies (food), I went for a drive with him for Maccas. Despite the lack of bacon, the resulting food was heaven (and Danman's shout) and everyone continued to drink and before I knew it we were on the walk to the servo for the chicken rolls.

I fucked up somewhere back there so this was were I took my leave and left admist Danman flykicking hessian barricades and Kyle nearly walking off his cliff again. I rode home and had a pensive night before waking at 9.30 to start our coast trip. I was completed rooted from lack of sleep, but still managed to pick up Benji, Dani, Mel and Nat and head down the motorway to Main Beach. The surf was weird, there was a huge gully that was quite deep but allowed for wave free swimming, but then if you walked out across the sandbar there was a few decent waves to catch. Also it seems that it's now jellyfish season, the gully in particular was littered with baby jellyfish who stung Dani, Mel and Benji. The day was pretty good, and after scoring some free icecream and downing some chips and water, we headed home so I could get back in time for work.

Friday was a day of random driving thanks to Mel's shiny new licence! After having a bit of a sleep in, I become Mel's errand buddy which took us to the City for her glamour shots, which look pretty damn good I might add, and then to the Bank of Queensland for documents. We then had to head to her old work for more documents and in doing this, we saw two crows eating a dead magpie, very crazy and I'm not sure what sorta voodoo luck comes with witnessing such an event, but I'm pretty sure it's not the type that's going to get me a pot of gold complete with leprecahns.

I worked that night and then was conned to come out again to the 'vale with Benji, Yeatsie and Mel. Yeatsie bailed so Kyle filled in. None of us were really keen on the 'vale just kinda wanted to be out and about. After a meal at Macca's we headed for Mt Nebo to climb a fire tower which in my view is very That 70's Shoe-esque. Armed with no refidex we pretty much just headed towards Slaugther Falls and then got horribly lost. Mel thought she recognised the area, but a few wrong turns and 'where the fuck are we' lead us to Lake Manchester and Mt Crosby and to the party bus and zombie kangaroos. We ended up coming home along the Logan Motorway, so it was one huge loop. I got home at 2.30am, just 3 hours before I had to be up for work.

I worked 6am till 10, then headed home where Adam picked me, Benji and Yeatsie up and headed to the coast. Over the last seven weeks I've been to the coast at least once every week, so I'm proud of keeping the tradition alive for so long, but it has it's downsides, I was always the driver. With Adam driving, I was allowed to work on my passenger arm tan! The weather was fucking great, pity the surf wasn't though. Surfers Paradise is nice, but it's overcrowded, the surf is always mediocre and you have to pay for parking. Main Beach for the win. Although I suppose Surfers does an edge with being so close to eateries though. After getting snapped by shore dumps and being stung a few times we headed home again via the servo where Adam stocked up on fuel, food, drink and adult magazines.

The trip back was uneventful and before I knew it I was passed out listening to some Led Zeppelin. When I woke I was talked into going out with Yeatsie knowing that I had no money and with the promise that I would be shouted all night. Benji and Adam joined us so the four of us started at Yeatsie's place where he guitar wanked for a bit (he's a god) and watched some AC/DC and Strapping Young Lad DVD's. I'd just to take the next thirty words to say that Rumba is not too bad. It's cheap, seems like coconut and goes down really easy! I'll definitely trying it again soon.

We caught the 130 into the City and whilst on the bus started talking to some boys from Sydney who were up here for a good time. I felt sorry for them, coming from Sydney nightlife to Brisbane must suck, especially last night as the City and Valley were empty! We started at The Victory with Long Islands and Firetrucks. We caught up with an old mate, Davo and then headed into the Valley for some good times. On the way I randomly bumped into some dudes I know from uni, which was a bit surprising but fun all the same.

Our first stop was The Elephant and Wheelbarrow which I didn't mind, I thought it had alot of potential and with a few more drinks, slightly less repetitive playlist (The Killers twice in 10 minutes?), it could be awesome. I had a few drinks here and we meet up with more guys from Brodies and two of Adam's rendering buddies. I chatted to three 25 year old's about the amount of experience they could give me and how young isn't all bad for a bit, then tag teamed Benji into the fray and watched for a bit. We left after about half hour and headed to the Mustang Bar. The Mustang Bar was actually one of the few places that had people in it, so I was keen for it, but Benji was rejected for being drunk so we  after a Macca's run for soberity, we headed to the Basement 388.

Initial thoughts was that it was shit, but an upstairs level covered in pool tables, jugs of spirits and a live rockish band quickly changed my mind. It's a very cool place, great to chill with mates and overlook the street on the open deck! A few random phone calls later from Adam and me and we had Jess picking us up from The Mustang in an hour. We waited for Benji to sober up a bit, then tried the Mustang again. He wasn't allowed in, but I said I needed to find Yeatsie so went in and instead found Davo rocking out to AC/DC. I joined him for a bit then called Yeatsie to find out that we were now getting picked up from outside The Victory. Everyone had already left so I had to run like hell to catch them before Jess left. I made it! Jess got pulled over for random breath testing and a 'seatbelt check' thanks to Adam. Random singing and drunkeness followed and before I knew it I was passed out at Jess's.

I got dropped home at about 11 this morning and was asked by Yeatsie if I wanted to go to the coast. I rejected, I feel seedy and have work in 3 hours, but now looking outside I'm regretting it hardcore, the weather looks ace and some salt water sounds like just the fix I need right now!

And there you have it, my last few days

OaO

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

Fucking oath, I just got back from a night out with Adam, Zoie, Yeatsie, Mel and Amy. Fuck it was awesome, there's a lot to remember, and I'm sure most of this story will be retold and added to in the comments but fuck, I had a great time. Whenever you are stuck, long island iced teas will save you, trust me, I've got eight numbers, 3 Brazillian friends, one Bristish mate and a bloke called Reece who I have to meet at the park bench at 4.45am next Sunday morning outside Maccas.

I was absolutely smashed, but, I got fucking Megadeth played at the Mustang Bar! Fucking oath!!!!!!!!!! I willl post more, and I'm sure attendees.... OH I GOT ROBBED, stupid chick that felt me up for my money! Fuck..... props to Scott for picking me, Adam and Amy up from the Story Bridge at 6am. Champion effort. I'll amend this post later, in the meanwhile, comment on!

edited

me: 'Are you a jockey?'
jockey: 'yer *slur*'
me: 'How did you get so small, wear a brick for a hat?'
otherguy (to jockey): 'Can I rent you as my mini me?'

chick: I'm from Brazil and he's my husband'.

me: 'What music do you listen to?'
random#38302: 'rnb'
me: 'We'll never work, cya'

me: 'got number? *gives phone*'
her: *types*
me: 'that's pizza hut, at least be creative, try dominos *gives phone back*'

robbergirl: 'can you buy me a drink?'
me: 'get fucked, have a dollar though'
robbergirl: *feels me up and grabs my $5 from my pocket*
me: 'oi, that's my bus money'
robbergirl: 'thanks'

me: *walks to bar and sits next to girls*
girls: 'two vodka on the rocks'
me: 'better make that three, how you doing'

me: 'hey ladies, I'm as sober as a judge, verdict *points*.. not guilty'

me: 'hey, how you doing'
bitch: 'fuck off we don't want any trouble'
me: 'geez *blowfishes on dirty window*'
bitch: *rage blackout* 'FUCK OFF'

me: 'do you want this long island?'
her: 'why, what's wrong with it'
me: 'well it's not spiked, sif i can afford drugs'