Is there such a thing as too much fun...

After the long Saturday that was Open Day a few classy individuals retired to my humble abode for a tipple of wine...and scotch...and multiple varieties of vodka...and beer. Needless to say we stopped being classy fairly quickly.

Featured, one such classy individual

We played Dance Dance revolutionThen we dancedI think everybody made sweet love to Stubsy.And we made music
And finally to F5 I leave you with this.
we five men; drinking beer
no lives, no wives
all we do is drink drink drink

We would also apologise to all ground floor residents

Dela and Georgia offer peace to all those we annoyed on Saturday night

Hoodoo Gurus

Friday was a day of ups and downs - Pinko submitted his Thesis (Good onj ya mate), the Hoodoo Gurus played live at the unibar for really cheap, and the Bombers suffered an epic 13 goal defeat at the hands of Carlton (thats a downer)...

Dave Faulkner hums a simple tune for his beloved fans

The band was awesome - musical gurus you could say - followed closely in awesomeness of Chicken Gourmet at 2am in the morning...

Highlights included not being able to hear properly for the next 24 hours, being hit on by a 40 year old woman after she demanded to know why I was at the concert (obviously I was too young for this scene), and the two extremely drunk wankers who pushed in front of us and proceeded to spill drinks on everyone and hug Micheal. This was actually kind of a lowlight but it was amusing to watch the plethora of fans tell them to leave the area using the diverse forms of the f-bomb.

Inception

I thought I met my dream girl at the Belconnen cinema on Sunday whilst on my way to see Inception with Pinko, Jen, and Roberts. However, on closer inspection her personality seemed a little flat.

She was a good listener, but didn't really say all that much.