Let's call today: 'Sunday 2 January 2005'
pirategirl 
wrote in the notebook:
we are quite amused
ok, so happy new year to you all. i've gotten over my denial and finally admitted it is 2005.
on friday night, i was invited to K8t's place. i wasnt going to go, but since I soon found I had nothing else to do, off I toddled, complete with my purple spanish cape and various flashing lights.
i knocked, called 'why am i knocking? I live here!', and let myself in. once inside i was immediately adorned with a garland of glowsticks. let me pause here to remind you all that I absolutely LOVE glowsticks and flashing lights.
after a brief leap into the circle of chairs on the back patio, accompanied by a cry of "I HAVE ARRIVED!", i made a few quick social contacts with people I hadnt seen for a bit, then went in search of K8t.
to jump ahead in time a bit; i went about exchanging random hugs with random people, danced with 'Guido' - our inflatable gigolo guest of the evening, sang a song on kates karaoke machine, ate some munchies - corn chips and salsa: which we meet again later on, and of course broke open the bourbon i got for my 21st.
after about 5 rather strong drinks, a bottle of vodka replaced my bourbon and i poured a bit into my glass and went 'hey this isnt my drink!!' then figured 'well i cant let it go to waste' so back it went, and the glass was re-filled with my previous beverage of choice.
some time later i wandered out to the grassed area outside and laid down. the next thing i see flashes of light as photos are being taken, here Ben says "i think she's actually not very well...."
then the world became reacquainted with my cornchips, salsa, and... i dunno... i musta had some carrot sticks and dip earlier in the night too.
so then began a haul.... and i mean "haul".... of taking shifts of looking after vicki on the lawn. matt was great. i dont think he ever left my side. k8t even held my hand when i asked her to (not that i remember it) even though it meant she got vomit on her. ahhh dear.
to cut another long story short, i graaaaaduaaalllly became more and more upright, and keeping more water down (matty boy once again). and once i could sit on a chair rather than lie on the lawn, i began to converse a little more comprehensibly.
then came the time i put the bucket aside, took another drink of water, stood up, threw my arms in the air, did a little jump over to the group of people sitting by the wall and declared "I'm back in the game!!!"
not long after, however, i was somewhat coerced into bed.
about 5 hrs later i emerged from my solid block of sleep to hear voices in the living room. and i got up to see who was still here...or here again. when i entered the room, i was received with outbursts of "oh my god, as if you're up and..... with it!?!" followed by "you're hair is amazing." my miraculous recovery warranted many compliments such as this throughout the next day.
i should be sick more often.
about 5:30pm new years day the small recovering group that was left, 6 of us in total, went to the Seaford Hungry Jacks for "breakfast/lunch/tea". i ordered a Spicy Chicken Value Meal from the new menu. my roll was tepid. i needed no further pressing from the others to go to the counter and describe it as such. i went up to the young girl serving and handed her the roll stating "this is tepid."
she blinked at me.
"that means it's not hot."
she replaced it with one that was not much better and was burnt. i sat back down with my group at the table, all of us now donning the cardboard crowns that were on the sideboard, and discovered that my fries were too salty and my coke was watered down.
after finishing what i could, playing a game of 'lets throw fries into vicki's mouth' with the others, and watching some of us swearing at the soft drink re-fill station, i loudly announced that that was the worst thing i've ever eaten, and that
its time to go.
from there, still wearing our Hungry Jacks crowns, we drove the two cars across the way into the McDonalds drive-thru and ordered ice creams. before collecting my cones i took my receipt from the girl in the booth and asked her if i could claim it on tax - pointing to where it read 'tax invoice'.
driving back into Aldinga with our crowns and ice creams, we slowed down and gave the royal wave to every passing car and pedestrian we found. whenever we spooted someone to wave to, we would alert the rest of the passengers by crying "Starboard!" or "Port!" accordingly.
our best reaction came from a group of 3 derylics at a bus-stop not far from K8t's house.
ah, good times.
so, what are we doin for easter??
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