What do you do with a drunken work colleague?
1,160km’s, 10 cigarette breaks, 2 fuel stops, 1.5 cartons of Bundaberg Rum, 1 suit, 40 degree heat, several heated conversations and a partridge in a pear tree…..
Oh yeah, and we were about 5 millimetres away from being run off the road and killed not 20km’s from home… *sigh*…
These were the events that made up some of the ‘Valentines and single’ weekend adventure.
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Departure time was earlier than expected after a unanimous decision to occupy a friends house (in Brisbane) for the evening, then an early depart for the Gold Coast instead of waking at 4am on Saturday morning for the journey.
Muchos rum consumed and overall a fantastic drive down. We yelled and screamed at each other, attempted to acquire drugs from the police (you think i’m joking right)…. [and no, we don't do drugs, that didn't mean we didn't ask for them] and dragged off the hippies in their combie vans whenever we could.
Arrived on the Gold Coast for a swim and more prepatory drinks, culminating in the desire for a decent meal (steak ’twas to be), but alas every place in town was booked out for the evening.
…… hmmmm.. McDonald’s…. tragic I know, but when the urge strikes and it’s the only place you can eat, it does the job sufficiently.
From here we all peeled off in our separate directions and I headed out to Melbas for a night to finally let my hair down and get back to some of the things I love.
I may have exchanged some saliva with a couple of very attractive girls and I promise i’ll be calling them some time in the week *smile* ….. (and let me just say on that note, halter neck tops….. fantastic.. )
Other than that I put away a few Vodka and Red Bulls, danced until I was absolutely drenched and exhausted and glad to just be out of the eye of the rumour mill for more than five seconds.
Bumped into a few of the work locals but by the time they were heading out I was almost at passing out point, so I headed back to the hotel, caught a movie and (finally) got some rest.
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So the countdown is on. I’m 3 days away from being in Sydney, and still completely without a clue as to what exactly i’ll be doing when i’m down. Take the most organised IT person you know, ask him to book some simple activities for a holiday 10 months in the planning and i’m lost.
Oh well, what can you do really?
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Not quite sure why i’m sharing this, and frankly I don’t even know where it came from, but I cried tonight. As most of you would know this is pretty much an experience designed for when somebody dies, or some serious heartache is felt over the loss of a car or some other equally expensive toy.
As I don’t know it’s origins, suppose I can’t really chat about it at this point, just that I want to cheer up a little before I go to Sydney because i’m burning the candle at both ends and my neglect of everything important to me is not only starting to wear, it’s downright starting to piss them off.
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p.s – I finally feel like crashing. night.
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