Well I made it out alive.
Slightly hungover and relatively tired.
I now have to back this one up and head to Nimbin (drug capital of Australia) for a friend who runs a ‘retreat’ ….
God help me 
ed: No, I won’t be indulging in any of the drugs
A
I’m (edited) drunk …
- We’re singing Abba
- I just licked the salt from the ‘Tequila, Lemon and Salt’ combo from a woman’s breast
- I know all the words to ‘S.OS’….
- I was just given the phone number of a girl who will ‘just be turning 17 soon’ ….. fuck .. this is *not* good..
Oh fuck…
But…(!)… there will be photos!
Loving all your work…
A
Ok..
So i’m drunk… only slightly.. uhhuh….
I *may* be drinking from frat-party style cups.
I *may* be drunken SMS’ing.
I *may* be dancing to the ‘Flashdance’ CD (you know what i’m talking about)
I *may* have worked out that i’ve known the hosts longer than any other guest whilst being the youngest
I am quite possibly drunk.
Update 3 soon.
A
I successfully avoided alcohol for 1.5 days.
Once again, i’ve proceeded to fall off the wagon
This is the first update. Right now i’m into my 5th shot, my 3rd daquiri and I can still speak coherently.
I’ve also engaged in one important phone conversation but sent no dangerous SMS’s… … yet….
Let’s see how the rest of the night goes.
A
ed: This is a first draft. I’m tired and want sleep.. to be continued….
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So a Christmas post is probably about due.
Continued the tried-and-true tradition of catching up with Wonton and friends for another birthday, another round of alcoholic beverages, though this time with a twist.
Occassional commenter and ‘believed-to-possibly-be-fake’ girlfriend/better half/more attractive partner of said friend was in presence, looking gorgeous and generally charming the pants of us three single boys. She certainly won our approval and I couldn’t be happier for him. Well done mate, I wish you only great memories for you two to share in the future.
Oh…. and notb, you managed to charm Eve as well so now you’ve got boys *and* girls after you!
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Though I have jumped ahead. After missing out on vital sleep (I had a very attractive visitor, i’m sure you understand), I caught a jet plane to bright and sunny Queensland, stole a car (convertible) and drove the 5 hours up to Bundaberg for a reunion of sorts.
I got burnt. I suppose I needed to remember that Queensland sun + convertible + no sunscreen equals 3rd degree burns on arms and face. Silly me.
Nevertheless I remembered in a heartbeat why I will always have a place for Bundy in my heart, and why I could never go back. I took some time to scare ex-girlfriends, scare ex-sleeping partners and annoy certain team leaders with cute staff on their teams (some things never change apparently :))
No night in Bundaberg would be complete without tasting some of the fine alcoholic beverages produced locally and I didn’t let the team down. 4 hours of phone conversation with Jaswannie and co. and a bottle of Rum later and I passed out for a few hours of sleep.
Thankfully the journey home was more pleasant with only a hangover and 6 hours sleep in 48 hours to contend with. Just like old times really 
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So life continues to move forward, more decisions are made and generally i’m nowhere different to where I was a year ago. The dejavu is quite strong this year. I’m sitting at the same unit I was 12 months ago writing about another year in my strange and (relatively) interesting life. I still have the same friends though i’ve made a couple more. The ‘right one’ continues to elude me and i’m in desperate need of a new challenge professionally.
So while some things change, most remain the same.
Christmas day will involve some family, but mainly friends. Boxing day I get the pleasure of driving (again) to see Jayswannie and previously-commented on 10E breasts* (thankfully, the 10E breasts don’t belong to Jayswannie… :))
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So the new year.
- Find new professional challenge (watch this space)
- Meet ‘nice’ girl
- Keep trying to get shit together so when I meet nice girl that I will be nice to her
- Drink less
- Drink a lot less - Continue to make lots of mistakes and hopefully learn lessons
As part of the ‘drinking less’ from the 2nd of January until the Australia Day long weekend i’m going to detox. A scary thought for all of us though i’m thinking it’s become necessary if I don’t want to be registereing for AA meetings.
* Yes, I realise how patently offensive how bad it is to talk about a woman’s breasts, though I can assure you that my female friends’ conversations are far more startling than anything you’ll see on these pages.
Need I say anymore…
First pics… Wonton’s b’day bash Second pics …. Wonton making out with a chicken…
We all can’t wait 
Adam
From one of my favourite books ZigZag Street by Nick Earls.
A local Brisbane author who accurately portrays not only the 20-something male, but also provides an exact replica (down to the restaurants!) of Brisbane, the home I shall return to one day.
And since i’m quoting from the book, go out and buy a copy so that my favourite author can continue to write books
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The final page, the final paragraphs:
So maybe I won’t get all the answers, and maybe I won’t need them. And maybe there are some questions I should just stop asking now. Some spaces that can be left as spaces if I can’t fill them. Some things I don’t need to know any more. Other things that I might know instead, athat I might discover slowly.
We came here to paint, and we don’t. I’m still stalled two and a half verandah railings into the renovation, but the story’s very different now.
I go to the kitchen to make coffe.
Rachel says, ‘ Hey, albums, vinyl. Can I put on some music?’
She sorts through the pile and plays The Queen is Dead. Leaves her fingerprints on some other part of my past. Turns it from a story and back into an album again. And one day maybe I won’t recall who gave it to me, or if I do, I won’t give it a second though.
And I want to go into the lounge room now with her coffee and tell her. Tell her now.
You remind me of no-one.
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Perfection.
Adam
- We started here
- And then here
- Always a good night out
- Always a tragic end
- I did it, 4:30am pancakes on the rocks now officially makes me a sydney-sider!
Great compnay, did some networking, talked too much, made people laugh, drank too much, ate too much.
Great night.
If only the hangover would go away.. bleh
A
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Updated: Late afternoon
As and addendum to this post, I may or may not have engaged in the following activities whilst out last night:
- I may have asked a foreigner how to find my way around Darling Harbour….
- I may have sung happy birthday to a girl (friend of a friend) and required to pause for a few seconds to remember said birthday girls name
- I may have had photos taken of me drinking vodka-and-red bull from jugs
- I may have SMS’d approximately 15 people and told them what a great time I was having
- I may have called K at 3:00am to win a bet (she wasn’t awake, I win!)
- I may have embarassed myself in front of people who I may one day be working with in some capacity
- I may have embarassed myself in front of lots of people who i’ll (thankfully) never be working with
- I may still be slightly hungover 14 hours after my last drink
But then, what else would you expect from someone as classy as myself?!?!?
Loving all your work
Adam
Tonight there will be drinking and debauchery and i’d just like to say.
Giddy Up.
That is all
Adam
Read from the bottom up…. all the important details edited..
Isn’t it funny how life changes but stays the same.
Though upon reflection every year there is change and growth. As my man Casey said, it’s not the big things that change, but the little ones.
I have made a very conscious decision to meet a different type of person this (next?) time around. While I know the types of girls that I like, I know that the person I meet in the future will be different.
And that’s just fine with me.
Adam
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haha, the same strained conversation as 12 months ago.
dejavu …
Look after yourself in the new year.
Adam
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Thanks Adam,
Merry Christmas to you.
Jen
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Morning,
$45 paid. Balance = $42.59 (it tells you over the phone without prompting)
Receipt No: xxxxxx
Thanks, I will do. Have a great Christmas.
Adam
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Customer number - xxxxxxx
Have a good trip. (ed: I’m guessing she’s referring to my QLD Christmas trip)
Jen
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I need your 7-digit customer number… the page you scanned doesn’t contain it
Adam
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Hi Adam,
Here is a copy of the AGL Gas bill. I thought you could have a look and decide what you think is fair and we’ll go from there.
Cheers,
Jen
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