the day started like any other day, except today i was doing somethign completely out of the ordinary and going to bussleton. a beautiful breakfast at maccas, followed by a car ride with copious amounts of whiskey and some good songs (courtesy of me); also some bad songs (courtesy of my friends). after 4 hours of driving in scorching heat air-con-less and full of whiskeh, we arrive at busselton maccas. we eat. we meet jules busso for the first time, we go back to his to pitch the tent. by this time, i was on an all time high: full of alcohol, walking in the sun, about to join in the festivities of southbound.
and that was the morning
the rest of the day was a big blur
whiskey+sunshine= dont go der' girlfriend...
full of headaches, heat stroke, and hari krishna
the second morning
started with: getting walked in on whilst in disabled toilets....
bathing in the ocean with hundreds of people around....
whiskey, tequila, playing cards covered with naked ladies....
etc....
day two, saturday, 18+ wrist band located on left wrist, smile on ma dile
saw old friends
drank lots of jimmys
and a few shitty hahns
saw old friends
kissed people i should/shouldn't have
boogied to sharon jones
spent too much at the bar
toked to cat empire
partied
(circa 11.30pm)
chased by security
yelled at people
robbed a servo
ate a sausage
got chased by a pack of holwing wolves
WALKED HOME FOR OVER 2 HOURS IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE PHONELESS CASHLESS VISIONLESS, with a 15 kg rock handy just incase someone thinks its a good idea to rape and murder these guys walking at 2 in the morning through busso
sundeee morn,
bathed in a swimming pool
did not get sunburnt
5 hours drive home
THE MUSIC IN THE CAR - FUCCCK - basically can only sum it up by:
everything ever played on commercial radio/tv/media
everything i hear at the shit derro parties i go to
everything i hear at mildly good parties
everything i hate
and a few songs i own but never listen to cause i hate them
..................
suicide was looking very tempting right about now
overall- i'd do it all again next year
good times
Sunday, January 4, 2009
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