Eventually kicked out of there we made our way around St. Kilda dancing badly. Eventually ending up in Home number 3: Revolver. The club that never closes.6:30 in the morning hit and I thought it might be a good idea to go home and actually pack as we were planning the leave an hour later, but of course we ended up going to Greasey's for breakfast...
Not much was eaten but a few Coronas were drunk, and scraps were fed to Mike... eventually home, packed, moved out and underway by 10am - very impressive considering the state I was in. With a sober Mike driving and a still superbly trashed Tom shouting at traffic we picked up Adam and headed for Canberra.
I tired of singing off key Johnny Cash songs at passing trucks by noon and promtly fell into a coma, waking hours later in some random tree filled town somewhere. Later I discovered this was the nation's capital. After wandering around for some time on a Saturday night in the most banging part of town we concluded that Canberra must actually be somewhere else and we'd been tricked by some little hick town. After a swift pint of Guinness my second wind never appeared. I quietly cursed the A.C.T and slipped into a much needed near-sober slumber.
I tired of singing off key Johnny Cash songs at passing trucks by noon and promtly fell into a coma, waking hours later in some random tree filled town somewhere. Later I discovered this was the nation's capital. After wandering around for some time on a Saturday night in the most banging part of town we concluded that Canberra must actually be somewhere else and we'd been tricked by some little hick town. After a swift pint of Guinness my second wind never appeared. I quietly cursed the A.C.T and slipped into a much needed near-sober slumber.
1 comment:
Seriously, Sydney Road? Nowhere near Sydney, surely you go through other stuff before you get to Sydney that it could be named something else... 857 what now?!
Footie tonight, woo!
xxxx
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