Australia day
So, it's been a while since I've updated this thing, and in a staggering display of originality I'm mostly going to talk about how drunk I've been getting recently...
This weekend was Australia Day weekend, meaning we get Monday off. This being in the middle of January - to remind those in the northern hemisphere this is summer for us - it's a long hot weekend of summery fun washed down with copious quantities of alcohol. My original plan was to take some time off socialising and get the body better sorted out for the strength training I'm currently doing - this looked like a good idea since my usual excuses for alcoholic excess weren't around - the flatmate is away, the training partner is keeping things quiet this weekend and most of my other drinking partners are not around - so I'd assumed a quiet weekend of good food and relaxing was on the cards.
No.
Saturday night involved a phone call to the parents followed by a quick drink down the local. Bad idea. The local had a bunch of English backpackers who I got chatting to who were up for a big one. I ended up crashing at their place and not getting back 'till midday yesterday. Things went from bad to worse when I went for a quiet recovery pint down the other local yesterday and started chatting to a bloke who was over with his mates for the tennis and up for some drinks.
Him and his mates were over from Western Australia.
They work in the mines.
I felt honour-bound to keep up my end of the drinking and finished the night with a couple of them back at my flat watching James Bond movies and finishing off the remaining booze I had left. I am now intending to stop drinking for a century or two.
On the plus side, I have a couple of mates who are willing to provide me with accommodation and booze if I'm ever over in Perth...
P.S. - Hi to cousin Gary who's now reading this thing and is apparently rather envious of my lifestyle out here. Of course, nothing stopping you from visiting... ;)
This weekend was Australia Day weekend, meaning we get Monday off. This being in the middle of January - to remind those in the northern hemisphere this is summer for us - it's a long hot weekend of summery fun washed down with copious quantities of alcohol. My original plan was to take some time off socialising and get the body better sorted out for the strength training I'm currently doing - this looked like a good idea since my usual excuses for alcoholic excess weren't around - the flatmate is away, the training partner is keeping things quiet this weekend and most of my other drinking partners are not around - so I'd assumed a quiet weekend of good food and relaxing was on the cards.
No.
Saturday night involved a phone call to the parents followed by a quick drink down the local. Bad idea. The local had a bunch of English backpackers who I got chatting to who were up for a big one. I ended up crashing at their place and not getting back 'till midday yesterday. Things went from bad to worse when I went for a quiet recovery pint down the other local yesterday and started chatting to a bloke who was over with his mates for the tennis and up for some drinks.
Him and his mates were over from Western Australia.
They work in the mines.
I felt honour-bound to keep up my end of the drinking and finished the night with a couple of them back at my flat watching James Bond movies and finishing off the remaining booze I had left. I am now intending to stop drinking for a century or two.
On the plus side, I have a couple of mates who are willing to provide me with accommodation and booze if I'm ever over in Perth...
P.S. - Hi to cousin Gary who's now reading this thing and is apparently rather envious of my lifestyle out here. Of course, nothing stopping you from visiting... ;)