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Last night I went to my friend Mel's 25th birthday party, fancy dress with a jungle theme. I had no idea what to wear so at 4.30 I decided 'safari' was the go and bolted down to Savers to try and find something to wear. Unfortunately, no pith hat or toy rifle was to be found. Still, I think I looked ok!

My boyfriend Adam went as Tarzan in a horrid loincloth and red gstring, and Meg and Lucas wore matching bear suits. We got a lift to the bottleshop near Mel's house and Lucas went in wearing the bear suit to pick up some Bundy. Everyone in there thought it was hilarious. I dont know if the bundy bear ad is shown outside Australia so that might not make a whole lot of sense to many people but meh. Anyway upon acquiring alcohol we walked to Mel's being a good 5 minutes away. All the cars that went past yelled out at us or laughed or honked the horn etc. Everyone was talking about us which was fun. Especially about Adam, seeing as loincloths as a rule cover very very little.


So we arrived, was a good party, I got very very very drunk and every spent a good part of the night laughing at me. I don't remember a whole lot of the stupid things that i apparently did, but hell. I deserved to get plastered. I hadn't been drunk since January - I had been very very good. And I had fun, I didnt chuck or break anything or anything like that, didn't do anything I'll regret so all's good!

After the antics of last night we slept in until about 12, when Adam woke me up. Apparently he had trouble convincing me that I would be warm under the doona, and that you're supposed to lie on the bed with your head at the top rather than laying across the bed taking up as much room as possible.

Later this afternoon me, Adam, Meg and Benny went up to Kinglake for a drive and thought ooh, maybe we'll do some four-wheel-driving! Well, 30m up the only track around we shredded the back wheel on a fallen tree, and it ripped the shit out of the tyre. So while the boys laboured to fix it, with multiple difficulties like Benny having taken the toolkit out to work on his little green car, the car being so low they had to dig a hole to get the jack under, and the spare tyre being significantly larger and also narrower than the others... Meg and I got out the picnic blanket and had a relaxing time in the shade. All in all, relatively entertaining.

So I shall now return to my homework...conjugations of fucking verbs and past participles in Old Norse. Practical, practical, and oh so not much fun. Would waaaay rather be with my boy......