Well I should go from where I left off last time and dribble on a bit more about December 2007. So that I will do.

The weekend following my mum leaving, we had a friend around, and had a few drinks. I got totally shitfaced and, thus, in the morning was extremely sick. This lead to a week of me sitting at home with gastroenteritis. Not pleasant at all, and since we live in close proximity, Michael got it as well. So the two of us were sitting at home all week, unable to go out or do anything, with the fucking gastro. Kind of sucked.

So that was a pretty boring week. I returned to work the following week, and had a discussion with my boss about my leave, since I’d applied for Christmas week and New Year’s week off. Since I was sick, however, all my leave and all my overtime I’d built up had gone. So I therefore had to work the 24th, 27th and 28th December, and take the New Year’s week off without pay. Why? Because we were heading to Tassie for New Year’s.

We left Melbourne at 9:30pm on Sunday 30th December, arriving in Tasmania at around 10:30. My parents were there to pick me up, so we drove back to their place and had a drink or two before heading to bed.

Monday we got up reasonably early, and Mum and I headed down to the shops to get some snacks, bread, etc. for our NYE gathering.  That wasn’t all that interesting, just bought the stuff and went home to start setting stuff up.   My friends Kirsten and Gabby arrived around 7pm, with their boyfriends Lockie and Troy (respectively), and we started off with a couple of drinks as my family and my parents’ friends started arriving.  I also got to meet my little brother Sam’s new girlfriend, Kate, and she’s totally my new best friend, she’s awesome.  Basically it was a big chat-catch up-and-drink fest, so of course I enjoyed a few too many and had a really “happy” New Year’s celebration when the clock finally ticked over.

The rest of the week I’ve kind of forgotten (since I’m writing this nearly a month after the fact - I should have got this done earlier but I’ve been so busy!).  Saturday night we went out with Gabby, Kirsten, Troy and Lockie to a niteclub and had a few drinks and a dance there, and I woke up about 4am and puked because I’d mixed my 6 Vodka Cruisers with 2-3 Jim Beam and Cokes (although both drinks were spread out over 7 hours, which I’m normally fine with - maybe it was the dancing).

We headed home back to Melbourne on the Sunday night, which was really depressing because you’d think it would get easier saying goodbye so often but it really just gets harder and harder each time.  I miss my mum, dad, my little brother and his GF, and of course my puppy dog.  But it’s nice to come home and see my kitty and my fish.

Speaking of which, I got so mad when I found this out.  My sister-in-law and her husband were meant to feed Layla and our two goldfish Roman and Vladimir, which they did for most of the time we were away except the last day.  We get a message from Justin saying “We can’t feed the pets today”.  I was just like “Well thanks a fucking lot - we don’t get home until 11pm and by then our cat will be starving and so upset at us”.   We get home, my poor Layla was meowing like crazy, the fish saw us and went into a frenzy because they were so hungry.  So we fed them and then saw the state of our house.  Now I knew that they would be using our place sometimes because a)we’d had 40 degree days in Melbourne and we have airconditioning; and b) our apartment building has a pool that they could use to teach their baby to swim.  So no sweat.  But don’t come into my house and move shit around without putting it back.  I wouldn’t do it to your house, so don’t fucking do it to mine.  Everything on the coffee table was gone and moved to the bookshelves - I get it, they have a baby who puts everything in his mouth, but geez when you’re about to leave, put shit back!  Especially on the last day you’re coming over.  I left the house fucking spotless when we went, so I could come home to a clean house and not have to worry about it.  But then I come home, at 11:00-11:30pm, and I have to clean, then get up at 7am.  Fuck That.

Anyway, that’s my rant and rave - I’ll be posting again soon, hopefully!

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