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Biancas blog says it all I will copy and paste cos im too lazy to write it myself:
Vodkaholics Anonymous
Good Evening,
Tis been an interesting last few weeks full of too much vodka, hangovers and even a grope of the bum! Inga and I have become, shall we say, partyoholics and have been going out and getting quite trashed every weekend. Twice this past weekend in fact (long weekend). In the past few weeks the following 'interesting' events have occurred during our adventures:
* Getting chatted up by a lovely African man who then proceeded to try to kidnap me from my friends
* Having a drunk bikie (married with 2 kids) tell me that 'its only a marriage of convenience' and he's free to do what he wants, including me
* Inga almost punching this guy out
* A grope on the bum as I walked into the pub (didn't see his face)
* A fight between Inga, me and a 6"4 AFrican bouncer that we thought would end up in us being blacklisted at the Highlander
* Watching goths play pool
* Going to a house party, getting totally wasted and ending up in the front yard convincing some chick that shes not dying
* Getting home at 4:30 am and getting up at 8 to go to the market
* Baked potatoes are THE hangover food!
* Chasing Inga down the street in heels
* Dancing to anything and everything with anyone!
Thank God I still have a good memory even when I'm drunk.
This weekend we are going to a goth party at Hahndorff and I'm wearing my new spikes and doing our makeup so we look fierce.
BTW, Davids response to all of this: 'so, u had fun? Cool, here's some money for next time you go out' What a great boyfriend!
Message to Inga: Sweetie, I love you, but next time if you're gonna throw your shoes at me, make them flats!
Till we meet again,
Bianca, or the drunk chick with the tattoos you may have danced with over the weekend