This morning I was awoken with the dulcet tones of The Chemical Brothers’ Salmon Dance, or in plain English, my mobile phone ringing. I’d obviously had the first good nights sleep in my new abode because whilst frantically swinging my arms in haste to grab the vibrating, noise emitting brick that is my phone my eye caught a glimpse of the bedside clock reading 10:00am. Pretty happy with that, 12 hours of solid rest a first since returning from my overseas holiday, but I digress; the call was from my mate Stu to inform me he was on his way to drop off my Guitar Hero 3 he’d bought on my behalf and then drag my sorry arse out to lunch with the other boys from Hundred Pennies and their respective better halves.

An hour later and still unshowered Stu, Fu, Gav, Jackie & Helen rocked up guitars in hand ready to smash out some tunes before heading off to lunch. Whilst I avoided the temptation to join them in an early day beer (I’d just brushed my teeth) the alcohol started flowing at around midday to coincide to the rocking tunes that were pumping from the latest addition to my xBox library. Have to love Guitar Hero, any moron can be a rock god in their own living room. I like to think of it as the heterosexual version of Sing Star.

All rocked up and ready to kick on we made our way to The Standard Hotel in Fitzroy for a few quiet ones and a spot of lunch. I can’t remember the last time I actually went out into a beer garden on a Saturday afternoon, sunlight on your back is a strange feeling. It felt like I had a giant warm hand caressing my back holding me upright as the cool flow of liquid heaven swirled and digested inside me. Serene. Is this what it’s like for normal people? Do they get such a thrill of outdoory-like-ness if they do this every weekend? I’m guessing it’s like anything and you’d get used to it and the novelty would wear off over time but I was rather enjoying myself to my amazement.

Six or seven beers later (well I had about three, Stu had a hundred) feeling well feed after some lovely beer battered fish & chups (that’s just for you New Zealand folk) and a little sleepy the group parted ways and I went home for a little snooze in preparation for tonight’s events which low and behold involved more drinking and socializing.

I may have in fact slept a tad longer than I had wanted, waking up at about 8:30 I went for a jaunt in the now cooling early evening glow of sunset to grab some chicken and chips (yes I ate crap all day) to lace the stomach a tad before embarking down the road of alcohol once again. Food down, another shower, change and a work call later I was in the city celebrating Laura’s 30th. Now this was about 10ish by the time I got there, I know there was a lot of alcohol, a lot of drunken talk and jager shots, and NO missing internet. 48 hours baby, yeah I rock!

In your face global network! IN-YOUR-FACE!