box of Jack

Fubar drinks vodka and ice, ladies

Thank you to everyone that made it out to my party on Saturday night. It was simply amazing to see such a great turnout for such short notice. And I didn’t have to pay for a single drink that night except when Fubar thought he’d be really clever by bossing the drunk guy around.

Photos are here.

My Scrubs

I’m no superman

Yes, I was wearing medical scrubs around the entire night. Mike did an extremely awesome thing by procuring me a set of scrubs as a going-away present so I had to do the right thing by him and wear them out. Amazingly enough, people thought I actually looked good in them. Who knew.

The Chicky and I

Chicky’s hair changes every time I see her

Chicky was kind enough to take photos and she loves me so much that she didn’t even care she was pissing off the entire club. So huge thanks to her for bringing her camera along and then letting me upload her photos to my flickr. As thanks to her, I have labelled her on one of my photos as a “sex kitten”, try and find which one. When Chicky reads this paragraph, she will totally roll her eyes at me.

Lachlan is hugging my signature bear

Lachlan was sober! And clean shaven!

Drinks were great. I kept walking over to Lachlan and telling him how much I’ve had to drink so I could gauge his reaction and figure out if I was getting ahead of myself. The final tally was something like 5 beers, 1 jagerbomb, 1 shot of tequila and 1 shot of chartreuse. Jerry was a huge tightass in getting me to do a shot of chartreuse without actually doing one himself.

Mike, I now know why you drink jagerbombs because jaberbombs taste NICE and you feel manly because you just drank a lot of liquid all in one go.

I am being attacked by well-meaning friends

No guys in my lap, surprisingly

I think that night will be remembered as the one where Jack had lots of different girls in his lap. Rest assured, they were all just very clingy friends trying to say goodbye. Also, I was a bit clingy too.

Thank you to all the people that don’t really see me often for making the trip out to wish me well. I’ve been in that position countless times and it is daunting to go to a party where you barely know anyone. So thank you for being there and helping the group reach critical mass. :D

Mumble!

To the people that didn’t show up, I’m not going to chase you up about it. So don’t stress too much. Just know that I will come for your first born. And I will teach them to tap dance.

And finally, thank you to the regulars. The friends I couldn’t imagine going a week without let alone going endless weeks of dreary rain without. You are the people that lift my spirits, shape my days and occasionally shake my soul to its core. Thank you all for making it so much harder to say goodbye.