It was then discovered that in our rush to get wasted, no one had bothered to bring drinking water. The shack runs on a catchment of rain, but that's stagnant and undrinkable without some boiling. So we drank beer to start the day, with a breakfast of bacon rashers, scrambled eggs, and portobello mushrooms. We then got the boat and took it down to the water .
Stewie dove for abalone and caught seven or eight small ones, and then we moseyed off to fish for flathead. Being on a boat and fishing are two things I haven't done in a decade at least, but after a prolonged bout of unsteadiness and hungoverness, I got my sea legs and found myself catching fish and stabbing them in the head to kill them quickly:
We washed up on a beach where Dave and Robbie met us with more beer and a quick romp through the bush before we headed back out into the water for a little more fishy fishy:
After that awesomeness we went back to the shack for a few more drinks. Then the dressing up began again and I joined in the fun this time before wandering up the road to the old coal mine which was run by convicts 150 years ago, overlooking a lake that looks exactly like the lake from Silent Hill.
It was a really spooky place with a really spooky vibe and all these underground solitary confinement cells where English bread thieves and indigents were forced to live.
After that, we returned down the road in our "outfits", dragging logs and fence pailings behind us for firewood. We were also out of alcohol, so Joel drove us out to Nubeena, to a tiny community with one pub that doubles as a liquor store. We walked in and the place got fucking quiet. Everyone stared. No one was kind. I didn't speak-- if they were this rude to fellow Tassies, I didn't stand a bloody chance. We had a beer there and bought another 24 pack to take with us, along with two bottle of Gordon's gin. But by the time we drove back to the shack we'd already finished 6 of those beers. So we drank another 12 and both bottles of gin and had an outstanding four course dinner of: 1) braised ribs cooked for 4 hours, flaked off and combined with a bottle of red wine and reduced to make a dank sauce to put over pasta, 2) a Mediterranean style stew of flathead in a sauce of smoked paprika and onion and various other things, 3) sashimi-style abalone, 4) a 3-layer jello cake with cream spread on top:
After that we were stuffed and drunk and happy to pass out. No swimming tonight. Just calmness.Drink Count: 17 (fuzzy, fuzzy, fuzzy...)
Anybody wanna try to make sense of this???
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