What has Laurie been up to?

Lets see

drinking, drinking, assignment, drinking, drinking work work work work work, drinking etc


So last friday we all piled over to my place, twas a regular mini party, otherwise referred to as a "gathering". Who was there you ask? WELL! there was -
Me,
Nye,
Shorty,
James,
Alison,
Bec,
Alana's brother David,
Brucey.

And there was much antics. A rundown of the night -

Everyone got to my place by about 7:30 and about an hour was spent waiting for james & alison to arrive (as usual) so I could go down and get some pizza and some alcohol (boy that was a long hour). Anyway they ended up arriving & david myself and brucey piled into the lauriemobile for some much awaited food and alcohol. After receiving the pizzas from the guy with the biggest monobrow in the world (seriously his connector part in the middle was hairier than the rest of his eyebrows) we checked the pizzas for clumps of hair & went on our merry way.

Arriving at chateu de laurie I promptly poured myself a drink and the pizzas sat on the bar for about 10 minutes before i yelled at everyone to eat them. Pizza was consumed, piss was sunk, and pool was played.

We then migrated to Lauries room for some sit downage and played a drinking game. By this time the two Daves were wasted (David & shorty, coincidence? I think not...) and me being the responsible older brother that David never had, took one for the team and whenever he had to scull, I sculled for him (aren't I lovely?). Shorty for the life of him couldn't work out how the hell to play a certain game. This game involved you saying a phrase like "I was fixing the car the other day, and Nye was there to help me" then Nye would go "Nah it wasn't just Laurie and I, it was also Shorty" etc... So then Shorty would go "I was fixing the car and Shorty Nye and Laurie were there". After explaining how to play to him about 5 times we gave up and as a result he got horrendously drunk.

So then Davo retired to the toilet and between looking after him and going downstairs the gathering seemed to go downhill. Bec decided it would be funny to draw on Shorty, so my Artistic flair had an outlet once again (photos will come soon). He was lucky it was whiteboard marker & not permanent. Needless to say he copped a curly moustache.

In the morning we all headed down to maccas for a breakfast of pure fat. After passing the typical Strathpine derros saying "fuckin fuckin cunt" to each other we sat down and planned the day out. The plan was to go to the beach.

James & Alison had gone home the night before so they had to be picked up. Nye had no car and he had to head back to his parents place to drive up with his dad to see his now new car.

So the plan was destined to fail - 3 cars heading up the coast at like 1pm, an hour between each other, meeting on a beach with little to no mobile contact, you do the maths.

But it turned out fine, we all met up, laid on the beach, went up to the parents unit for a bit and then decided to get a feed for dinner.

We decided to go to bulcock beach for some fish & chips. Realising only half of us had cash we went in search of an atm. I thought of an even better idea of going to a Cafe which we passed that Glen recommended, so we went there instead. The food was pretty good altho the manager was annoying cos he kept calling everyone "young man" and "young lady". Fuck. Thats SIR to you buddy.

The whole night nye was going "i cant believe i bought a car"... fuck nye believe it cos WE KNOW!

Sunday was spent shopping with Alana in the city & me nerding it up with my iPaq everywhere trying to steal internet. Alana and I had an argument over lunch about whether the things that hold juice in citrus fruits are called pips or pith. I thought I'd settle it there and then with the iPaq + free internet but alas it was not to be. Sunday night was spent at Alana's house eating chips from a fish & chips shop.


Ok something wierd just happened.
Sharma went to the toilet, washed his hands in the sink in there, hocked his guts up as usual, then went to the kitchen sink and washed his hands there, no golly hocking up thank god. How odd...