What Happened???!!!???

Ok, so we had our house warming and we also celebrated Patricks birthday. Patrick is the Italian dude who is living with us for the season at the Member House.

We started getting in the mood for the party from about 5:30 and the party was supposed to start at 8pm

BAD IDEA!

By the time 8pm rocked around and some people started to show up, we had already had about 10 beers each... Not an amazing effort by any stretch of the imagination, but we were a bit drunk, we didn't really eat cos we were supposed to be on the hunt and we didn't want to eat stuff that we would be burping up in the faces of our potential victims mid sentence or that would make our breath stink.

So we pretty much opted for a light dinner which did fuck all to absorb the alcohol.

Ok, so at around 9:30, we begin to get the party started... when people arrived, we gave them a "welcome" drink and most of us living in the house had one with the arrival of each group of new guests... dunno what the arrival drink was exactly, but it was fruity or somehting... one was yellow and the other was orange. We also move from the beers and start on our "party" drinks, which for me was pretty much a bottle of Cart Wheels a.k.a. Wild Turkey.

1/4 bottle gone and it is time to have a birthday shot for Patrick. The birthday shot consisted of straight vodka which had some skittles disolved into it. The result? This thick brown shit colourd stuff which tasted like a mouth full of skittles which got you drunk. So I do a shit speech and we all say cheers and everyone smashes one of these little drinks and we all get the bleagh face cos it tastes like shit with vodka and we are all happy.

I go back to my Cart Wheels and have a few more and am pretty much pissed by now when one of NoNo's Japanese mates comes up to me with one of the bowls the welcome drink was in and was like "Daaaaveeeee, driiiiink" and I was like "Noooooo, I am already drunk" and he was like "driiiiiinnnk, driiiiiinnk" and I was like you have some and he did and then offered it to me and I was like shit and I polished it off, there wasn't heaps, maybe 2 cups or someting, but it was pretty strong.

So it is about 11:30 and I have had about 10 beers, 5 cups of welcome drink, one shot of Birthday Bleagh and about 1/2 a bottle of Cart Wheels. Well and truly fucked.

THEN some Geniot (my dads word which is a cross between a genius and an idiot) grabs me and says there is some birthday bleagh left and we have to drink it, so I grab Patrick and we go to where the 1/3 bottle of vodka and skittles is on the table.

We get the plastic shot glasses and we end up filling about 11 empty ones. We all have one, then another, then me and patrick and then I have another 3.

Uh-oh I hear you say... Uh-oh I concur!!

Now this is where it goes from blurry to straight up can't remember shit. I have only heard stories, and none of them are pretty.

Apparently I was playing DJ on my lap top with out my shirt on. Don't remember... Not impossible, but I "think" it is pretty unlikely.

It has been alleged that I vomited profusely and on several occasions. Well this has definatley happened before and I am sure it will happen again, BUT I don't remember spweing and I didn't wake up with the spew taste in my mouth.

And finally there is a rumor going around that I was in my undies on the couch in the lounge room infront of everyone. I definately don't remeber this, and I haven't done this before, so I would say there is a 98% chance it is bullshit.

Ahhh, the shame... Well I can confirm for you to of the above mentioned accusations...

Kazuna, the most awesome Japanese chick you will meet, saw me today at a shop and she was like "Dave, you did too much spew!" - Tick for the spew thing.

Ahh, so that leaves either the shirt off thing or me in my undies...

The undies have it folks...

What can I say, here you can clearly see me in the nude except for my undies which are being unceremoniously removed from my ass by my flat mate Katherin. What a bitch, I have told her it is "game on moles" and to watch her back... She just laughed... Oh well, what can you do? Not fucking much.

It was lucky I was actually wearing undies for once. Oh well!

Here is another pic, just incase you didn't believe me it was in front of everyone at the party.

What does this say about the "Playing DJ without a t-shirt" story? Well that is probably true also cos my pants would be easier to take off than my shirt as I don't wear a belt and my pants are a bit too big.

Ok, I am bored and sick of writing, and no doubt you are sick of reading, so I am going to piss off now. There is more shit to the story but I can't be fucked telling it.

Kids, let this be a lesson to you...

BINGE DRINKING IS NOT COOL!!!