The 'G'

Ha! A few months staying home with Ceazar & without going out/drinking/ just generally being unsociable pays off when you actually DO end up going out and what a night it was!
I smsed Rez about midday on Sunday 18th September 2005 'hey I feel the need to go to the G'.
Rez's usual response to think kind of debouchery is 'ok, if you insist' so that was that. I rocked up @ hers about 4pm ready to rumble. We polished of the obvious bottle of champers and headed (thanks to Rez's pa taxi service) to the G. It was messy, there was tequila, and the champers was flowing like the rivers of Babylon. I ran into a guy I dated 12 years ago. As if. We chatted quite a bit and exchanged no's for a catch up before he headed to Hamilton Island for work that week.

Bro was working at the G all night, so we caught a lift home in the back of a paddy van. (unforced)