Quote of the day: “This is a wombat.
He makes a
big sound when you hit him
with a car.”
How to write the day and night? The quick version: drank all evening watching the tele with Lauren and Orla. Had a whole bottle of wine to myself and two shots—then decided at midnight it would be a good idea to go out and try to meet up with the American kids. But considering how far away they were, we abandoned that quest and went instead down to the swanky end of Rundle Street (“Not feral at all”). Got turned away from the first place because my shoes weren’t nice enough (ouch!), got turned away from the second place because I apparently don’t look 18 enough and didn’t have proof of age on me. At the third place I was prepared and managed to talk my way inside where Orla bought me two vodka and orange’s for my troubles. We got back around 3:00 and Lauren quit. Orla and I opened another bottle of wine and proceeded to kill it and talk all night, heading down to the park at 6:00am to watch the sun rise. I promised her mandrill noises, but the fuckers must have had a long night as well. Got to sleep finally at 8:00am.
Drink Count: 14 (ish)
with a car.”
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