Goodbye Sober Day
So yes, as indicated by Mr Squirk, we intended on making an obligitory trip to the church (read: feral drinking establishment for Kiwis/Aussies/SAffers).
...and this we did. Sundays only, of course.
Began drinking whilst in the queue (approx 11:30am) and crawled out again after the lock-in is finished at 4pm-ish.
Having not had anything to eat beforehand, I was a little worried by the fact that I couldn't buy anything to eat in there. For the record, however, it was not me that was falling over and requiring carrying by the time the whole thing was over.
I believe that honour goes distinctly to Rob. Congratulations, my friend. Hahaha.
Hmm; I have a catalogue of memories (some of which are hazier than others):
-The concierge in the toilet having a collection of bizarre rhymes that he pretty much belted out constantly. For example: "No Armani, no Poonani!", or; "If you're happy and you know it: wash your hands", etc.
-The stripper making guys eat marshmellows out of various uuh, 'nooks and crannies'...
-Cozzie being dissapointed after the 'male stripping' that was promised being left in the hands of a bunch of dudes from the audience. Seriously guys, dont just whip all your kit off and walk around on stage with your wobbly bits out. However, I understand that the availability of Woodstock bourborn may have made up for this.
-A fairly spirited rendition of 'slice of heaven'
Other than that, mostly just Strongbow-related jumping around and stuff.
Hehe. I wonder how Rob is feeling right now...
...and this we did. Sundays only, of course.
Began drinking whilst in the queue (approx 11:30am) and crawled out again after the lock-in is finished at 4pm-ish.
Having not had anything to eat beforehand, I was a little worried by the fact that I couldn't buy anything to eat in there. For the record, however, it was not me that was falling over and requiring carrying by the time the whole thing was over.
I believe that honour goes distinctly to Rob. Congratulations, my friend. Hahaha.
Hmm; I have a catalogue of memories (some of which are hazier than others):
-The concierge in the toilet having a collection of bizarre rhymes that he pretty much belted out constantly. For example: "No Armani, no Poonani!", or; "If you're happy and you know it: wash your hands", etc.
-The stripper making guys eat marshmellows out of various uuh, 'nooks and crannies'...
-Cozzie being dissapointed after the 'male stripping' that was promised being left in the hands of a bunch of dudes from the audience. Seriously guys, dont just whip all your kit off and walk around on stage with your wobbly bits out. However, I understand that the availability of Woodstock bourborn may have made up for this.
-A fairly spirited rendition of 'slice of heaven'
Other than that, mostly just Strongbow-related jumping around and stuff.
Hehe. I wonder how Rob is feeling right now...
posted by Skarnz at 8:14 pm
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Man, I don't know what happened there -- I was going just fine until we walked out.
I think that's only the second time I've been too messy to look after myself. I can't thank you guys enough -- without you, I'm sure I would have just coma'd out on the pavement by a drain.
Anyway, I hope I didn't put too much of a damper on the evening's festivities...
Yeah. Having to continually pull your pants up was probably the worst bit. :P
Happens to the best of us, tho
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