Last night Tamsyn and I went out to one of her bogan* friend's birthday parties. It was real fun! I have just enough bogan in me to get on well with anyone who wears black, is up to date with current WWE characters and knows the lyrics to a bunch of Iron Maiden songs, and once it became known I was also into Transformers then my acceptance into the group seemed like a given.
We had a few drinks at the Bristol to warm up, then it was onwards to Regal for delicious Yum Cha and a bottle of red wine, followed by all of the gin ever at their flat which had a fantastic balcony for smoking on, and listening to hugely loud heavy metal music and talking about all things wrestling and huge shape changing robots related.
I was pretty stoked that Tamsyn's other group of friends accepted me; even though she doesn't see them as much as she used to, I could tell that they were still pretty close and they were a good bunch of people.
We barely made it home last night. I think Tamsyn and I both hit the 'head home before we fall over' level of drunkenness at exactly the same time, so we gingerly put down our drinks, made our goodbyes and staggered off into the night, clutching at each other for support. I dimly remember stopping for a ciggy and some surreptitious relief into an accommodating bush on the walk up Willis street.
Great night. Will happily repeat, but probably not soon.
*Note to Australian readers: bogan in NZ carries a slightly different connotation than it does in Aussie, I believe. Generally it has more of a heavy metal white trash overtone than racist redneck white trash overtone.
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