so yeah...
April 28th 2007 16:30
Sorry about the hiatus, dear readers. It was in due less because I didn't have anything to write about, and more because I just didn't have time to put it all down.
Last weekend was fucking sick. I went out to Jakarta, arriving pretty early friday morning (8ish). My friend came down from Kalimantan, another of the many islands that constitute Indonesia, to stay with me for the weekend. He'd been telling me how he'd become a full fledged alcoholic, so I made preperations for a pretty epic night.
That friday was the BIS (school I used to go to) formal dinner. The formal is always followed by a pretty epic night out on the booze, so we decided to check that out. Of course we weren't gonna fork out money or dress up real fancy for the formal, so we ended up just hanging around the local watering hole drinking.
Oh i forgot, before we left the house the two of us polished off a case of beer and a lot of vodka.
So, I was fucking trashed, as were most people there. I don't really remember much of what happened when we went out, but we ended up losing one of our trio (the guy staying with me, myself and another friend of ours that was in town), and me and the guy staying with me went back to the hotel room where everyone else was. They smoked a joint there, but the stingy fuckers didnt give me any. I did manage a score a valium, which was stashed in my wallet.
Well, the guy staying with me got a good view of his ex trying to eat some other guy's face, and that unhinged him a little. He was depressed, and needed to drink his sorrows away. So we did. I ended up giving him the valium, because i'm just such a nice guy.
To recap, at my house alone, we drank a bottle of vodka, half a bottle of baccardi, a case of beer and random shots from around my dad's bar.
I wake up the next day, covered in puke, having passed out at some point next to the computer in the living room. Apparently my dad had some and tried to wake me up, kicked me a bit but I wasn't moving, so he just left me there. Gee, thanks dad.
So for the whole of the next day I felt seedy as fuck. We were going to go out that night, but our plans fell through. Firstly, the friend that we had lost the previous night was meant to come over (he had half a bottle of baccardi and a bottle of tequila, which are still both at my house) but he vanished (turned out he went to sleep). Secondly, another friend came over with some weed, but we couldnt smoke because my dad was awake. I was sort of keen for a night on the piss again, hair of the dog and all, but the new friend was banned by his fiance (he's 17, go figure) from going out while she was in Singapore. He wasn't against going out, just to the one place where everyone congregated. That was the place we wanted to go, because drinks are cheap and that guy is friends with the management and could smoke joints there.
Anyway, we end up trying to book out a hotel room, so we could smoke at the hotel and go to this place after everyone had left, so no one could snitch this guy in to the fiance. Anyway, that falls through because the price of the room has doubled since friend last stayed there, so we ended up getting stoned at my place.
I get back to Australia tuesday morning, after missing 2 flights. Long story, both of which are my fault.
Tuesday night, Billy Talent concert in the valley. Fucking AMAZING. I have never been to a proper mosh type concert before, but it was fucking awesome. I spent most of the night 1 row from the front, and it was unreal.
Thursday night, trashbagged again. Took a pinger at UJ's, and it was an interesting and story worthy night, but right now im too tired to write it up. Perhaps it is better forgotten.
Last weekend was fucking sick. I went out to Jakarta, arriving pretty early friday morning (8ish). My friend came down from Kalimantan, another of the many islands that constitute Indonesia, to stay with me for the weekend. He'd been telling me how he'd become a full fledged alcoholic, so I made preperations for a pretty epic night.
That friday was the BIS (school I used to go to) formal dinner. The formal is always followed by a pretty epic night out on the booze, so we decided to check that out. Of course we weren't gonna fork out money or dress up real fancy for the formal, so we ended up just hanging around the local watering hole drinking.
Oh i forgot, before we left the house the two of us polished off a case of beer and a lot of vodka.
So, I was fucking trashed, as were most people there. I don't really remember much of what happened when we went out, but we ended up losing one of our trio (the guy staying with me, myself and another friend of ours that was in town), and me and the guy staying with me went back to the hotel room where everyone else was. They smoked a joint there, but the stingy fuckers didnt give me any. I did manage a score a valium, which was stashed in my wallet.
Well, the guy staying with me got a good view of his ex trying to eat some other guy's face, and that unhinged him a little. He was depressed, and needed to drink his sorrows away. So we did. I ended up giving him the valium, because i'm just such a nice guy.
To recap, at my house alone, we drank a bottle of vodka, half a bottle of baccardi, a case of beer and random shots from around my dad's bar.
I wake up the next day, covered in puke, having passed out at some point next to the computer in the living room. Apparently my dad had some and tried to wake me up, kicked me a bit but I wasn't moving, so he just left me there. Gee, thanks dad.
So for the whole of the next day I felt seedy as fuck. We were going to go out that night, but our plans fell through. Firstly, the friend that we had lost the previous night was meant to come over (he had half a bottle of baccardi and a bottle of tequila, which are still both at my house) but he vanished (turned out he went to sleep). Secondly, another friend came over with some weed, but we couldnt smoke because my dad was awake. I was sort of keen for a night on the piss again, hair of the dog and all, but the new friend was banned by his fiance (he's 17, go figure) from going out while she was in Singapore. He wasn't against going out, just to the one place where everyone congregated. That was the place we wanted to go, because drinks are cheap and that guy is friends with the management and could smoke joints there.
Anyway, we end up trying to book out a hotel room, so we could smoke at the hotel and go to this place after everyone had left, so no one could snitch this guy in to the fiance. Anyway, that falls through because the price of the room has doubled since friend last stayed there, so we ended up getting stoned at my place.
I get back to Australia tuesday morning, after missing 2 flights. Long story, both of which are my fault.
Tuesday night, Billy Talent concert in the valley. Fucking AMAZING. I have never been to a proper mosh type concert before, but it was fucking awesome. I spent most of the night 1 row from the front, and it was unreal.
Thursday night, trashbagged again. Took a pinger at UJ's, and it was an interesting and story worthy night, but right now im too tired to write it up. Perhaps it is better forgotten.
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