Come On Baby, We Aren't Going To Live Forever

Um, so yeah, like, whatever. I was planning on writing about the year 2005 this year and what an interesting year it has been. Because it certainly has been. Then I got ridiculouly fucking drunk last night and now I've thrown that old plan out the fucking window and I'm going to tell you what I remember about the fun and festiveness that permeated the air last night and that I took full advantage of, even if it has meant that today I haven't been able to do anything that I planned like writing about the year in this blog. It has meant that I've forgotten what a full stop looks like period HA!

If there are any spelling mistakes in this, I don't really care. It's a quarter past 3 and I think that I'm still kinda drunk. It was one of those nights.

It all started out so innocently, I had good intentions. I had a couple of mates over, a couple of the people I really wanted to see before the year was out. We had a couple of beers. They were cold and delicious. We were pretty well behaved really. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just about everyone was gone at a very reasonable hour. The only person left was Timothy. I think that everyone left a very reasonable hour was the start of our problems. We put some trousers on and headed up to the recently renamed Finnigan's Chin and had a couple of vodkas up there. I think that there may have even been a few Jaegerbombs. Evil things that they are. We were up there, it was pretty quiet, there were a lot of dudes. I don't think that there were really any attractive young ladies. There was one woman who was kinda hot in like a really dirty old slutty kinda way. You could really picture yourself doing some really dirty shit with her and really enjoying it and not feeling at all guilty about it afterwards. All sorts of names. Spitting. Mmm. Ah, but yeah I was talking to her and she said she was married. That hurts. Twice. It hurts that she shut me down like that, and it would hurt to be her husband and to have her tarting herself around the place like that. Oh well. There was also this dude there who owned a bank. He was cut off. He wasn't kicked out though. Now that's power.

Sorry, I'm just realising now how intoxicated I really am. It's terrible. I've got to drive up the coast sometime today.

Onwards with the story. They turned the lights on, kicked everyone out. It was about 1 at this time. Timothy and I decided that we hadn't gotten ourselves into enough trouble yet, however. We hopped in a cab and got the cab driver to take us to where he thought we should go. We ended up at the Exchange. We spoke to a bum out the front for a while. He lied to us. I passed on a compliment to a girl wearing purple pants and Timothy almost fought the guy that was with her. We went into the Exchange and proceeded to get more drinks in. There was a Canadian bartender who was lovely. I think that we may have had more Jaegerbombs at this point. It is entirely possible that there was some dancing. Drunk dancing even! I know that I had several very short conversations with young ladies. At least I think that they were conversations, I could have been just slurring incomprehensible words at this point. It would explain the confusion on their faces. I can't believe that I just tried to use there when it should have been their. Terrible.

At about 10 ten to 3 Timothy hopped in another cab and went to the Valley. The journey wasn't quick enough though and we were stopped from entering any of the venues down that way. At least the lockout was the story they used on us. Who knows? The door staff did tell us that apparently everywhere in the Valley the clocks run 5 minutes fast. I guess it's cheaper that way.

After being locked out Timothy and I headed to the only place that would still welcome us. The Casino. At this point things are starting to get very hazy. I know that we ended up playing blackjack for a couple of hours. Timothy and I both got into trouble for swearing at the tables. We had a dealer who was great because everyone kept winning and he was gay and pleasant. They quickly changed him. We didn't have quite the same luck with Kevin, the next dealer. At one point Timothy was up $1100. I disappeared for a few minutes. I think that I was trying to find a cup of tea. They don't bring you drinks to the tables anymore. Apparently you have to get up out of your seat these days. During the little time that I wasn't there Timothy lost his big lead. He ended up losing a bit. #00/hand. It doesn't take long I guess. Sucks to be him. You gotta know when to fold 'em Tim! Sorry dude.

After this happened we decided to have some breakfast. We went to Cafe 21 and ordered. They didn't really understand what I was after, which was just a bottomless cup of tea. We ordered some breakfast. It took a long time to come. So long in fact that Timothy and I decided that getting out of there was the best idea. We tried to leave, Timothy actually got out the front door, but I was held up. Apparently you've got to pay for food that you order. We ended up eating it. I think that I said I fucking hate hollandaise sauce a little too loudly. I really shouldn't have ordered the eggs benedict.

So yeah, we hopped into our final cab for the evening and came home. We both slept until 1 o'clock this afternoon. We were both still drunk when we woke up. I think that it's been a fitting farewell to 2005. Anybody want to drive me to Caloundra so that I can welcome 2006?