The ritual

Why is it that when we break up with someone, we always feel better by performing a sacrificial burning of our ex's things?. Last night my flat mate dan, and my friend dot (so cute) and i, went up to the lookout to burn a house warming gift her ex boyfriend had given her. It took a while for the flames to take hold, but once it was going we basked in the glow of the flames feeling righteous and justified. There is nothing like a good sacrifice to make you feel better about your last shitty relaionship. (since living in the house of gay, there has been 3 sacrificial burnings, one for each member. There are still scorch marks in the back yard from over a month ago). After we put out the remnents of the fire, we decided to head to the service station to vist louie,( the most awesome service attendent ever!!!). She was pretty happy to see us and we hung out till about midnight. When we finnaly decided to leave we got a lift with vic who was there before us, also visiting. When we got home we decided to cellebrate with a post ritual drink, and got completely plastered. I had to tuck dan into bed because he was sooooo drunk. Its experiences like these that bring friends together, and gives us something to laugh about later on when we are old and decrepid.

Happy birthday to me

Ok so now that im sober enough to blog i'd like to announce that it was my birthday on sunday the 23rd. (yay me). The whole affair went for two days as my friends and i went to the pub the night before and drank ourselves stupid. At the pub i broke my personal best of makeout sessions with random ckickies, and danced my ass off. We stumbled back to my house and drank even more and passed out around 5 am. As i poured myself out of bed on sunday morning, i half crawled half slid up the hallway towards the bathroom. as i approached the home straight i was confronted by a familliar pair of legs. I looked up and a bellow of laughter errupted from my flatmate vic. I said "dude i don't have the capacity to be vertical right now, i know i have legs but shit". After evacuating the contents of my bladder, i stumbled back to bed. A few hours later i was up and ready to start the day. my flatmates cooked me breakfast,( thanks guys) and then i started to prepare for the bbq i was having that afternoon. I was so spaced out i didn't realise that vic and dan had disappeared, but they soon returned with the greatest b'day pressent ever. A tower of goon. Thats right, a 6 cask high 24L tower.( alcoholic much). Soon after people started to arrive and the super seedy sunday bbq was under way. I think i over did it with the food but everyone seemed to have a great time. Live entertainment was provided by vic on guitar, super star singer kel on vocals and sam accompanied them on a blue plastic bucket. (they rocked) As usual we all drank till the wee hours of the morning and payed for it the next day. It was an awesome b'day and i would just like to thank the other members of the house of gay for everything they did for me, you guys rock and i'm probably going to need a new liver and kidneys by the time im thirty.