the plankmeister's interweblet

Tuesday, February 19, 2002

Brisbane : Australia

Today was pretty boring... nothing much to do. However, tonight we went to a pub that was doing a "2 for 1" promotion night. Everything in the pub is on the 2 for 1 offer! Food, drinks, bags of crisps! Awesome! I had an absolutely enormous rump steak and by the time we left, I'd drunk 7 pints! Ack! When we left, we were all (8 of us went) being a little boistrous and for whatever reason I decided it might be a good idea to 'borrow' a chair from the outside seating area of the pub. As we were walking down the road, the police pulled up and stopped us. I tried to surreptitiously [sp?] discard the chair, but I was drunk and the copper wasn't. "Where'd you get the chair from mate?" He asks in a condescending voice. "I bought it from a shop!" HAHAHA. Laughs all round. He raises an eyebrow at me and taps his foot with folded arms. "Oh. Ok. I got it from the pub. I'll just take it back now..." And off I run to replace the offending chair. When I get back, everyone's got their arms round the 2 coppers (one was a tasty chick!) and one of the German guys with us is taking a group photo. HAHAHAHA. How good is that? We're almost certainly going to be late for our last train home, so we are excused by the old bill, and run like lunatics down the street. However, in the past 30 minutes I've drunk 4 pints. So I vomit. Repeatedly. Running with a belly full of 4 pints is something my body cannot do. Eugh. We make the train by the skin of our teeth, but then Steve started shouting "Wrong train! Wrong train!" and we all jumped off. Then he jumped back on. He'd only been pulling our collective legs! We literally made it back on the train just as the doors slammed shut. Steve thought it was highly amusing. We, however, did not. Until about 30 seconds later when we all fell about laughing. There was much drunken tom-foolery going on on the way back. Eddie is running up and down the train singing the Proclaimer's song: "I would walk 500 miles" and I'm hanging off a handle suspended from a roof impersonating a Dalek. Much laughter. even random strangers are laughing. (Apparently... I don't remember any of this. I've had to reconstruct events from everyone elses stories!) When we get back we head to the DUB for a few more bevvies. Then I got too tired and went to bed quite early, around 2am I think. However, the lads thought they'd have some fun with me, and in my comatosed state, they sellotaped me to my bed. The bastards. Big wide extremely sticky sellotape affixed extremely securely to my leg hair. Which was nice. There was a bit of yelping going on when they took it off, let me tell you. Kelly was most dismayed when she saw me donning her bra. (see photo) Eventually, they grew bored of taunting me and left me to go to sleep. A thoroughly entertaining night out! And it was Eddie's last too as he's off tomorrow back to Sydney. What a send-off! :)