Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
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Friday, May 18, 2007

'I really should apologise to Mark and the kids for being shitfaced on my birthday. But then, it was 'MY' birthday and I had a f***ing ball..'

Birthdays are supposed to be precious and memorable. This one of Lee's was no exception, though it has earned its memorable status for all the wrong reasons, not really your run-of-the-mill kinda birthday. As the rest of the Wilsons were otherwise occupied with stuff like school and work it was up to the two of us to celebrate the day in style and rustle up a whole batch of spontaneous festivities in a random and creative way. A Cobba-Woz mix is volatile at the best of times but this magical annual get-out-of-jail-free card she was holding could only mean trouble. I'm not sure who remembers more of the night in question but I do know it involved turning the Wilson kitchen upside down to slow roast a fat leg of lamb for the nine hours we were out painting the town red.

It all started at the bowling alley where we threw a few strikes, supped happy hour specials and giggled at some hideous people-watching specimens. This was all before we let rip in the Ha'penny Bridge where we had only the very best intentions of enjoying a couple of cold swifties before sitting down to the family birthday roast back at the Wilson ranch. This is where everything became a little hazy. And shameful. We were told the rest of the story the following day when Mark got back from work. Haven't really spoke about it since. She'll say it was me, that I was a bad influence but really it was her. She was the one who went silly on the shots. Either way though she had a memorable birthday - as did the rest of the Wilsons. Falling asleep in your dinner is just... well..

New Qualifications

As usual the time has screamed by. I've sampled more Victorian sights on two wheels, met a few couchsurfers in the city and took advantage of a national qualification in scaffolding. This was actually a thought out move. Apparently there's a lot of demand for scaffies at the moment, and very well paid by the looks of it, particularly over in Western Australia and the Northern Territory. But you need a ticket to get the work. So I went and got one. It seems a bit odd to say but I never realised how interesting the construction of a steel framework could be. Seriously. It's thrilling. And so I'm hoping it's opened a few doors on the west coast..

I've put a few pics up of the recent goings-on, like the picnic we had down by the pier in Frankston for Mother's day, and the attending of the local Debutante Ball for Jay and his other half. The 'Deb' is a bit like an American prom for the year twelve students, giving them a kind of official opportunity to dress up, dance, and smother their hormones amongst one other. Not a bad night really considering it was all about dancing, announcements, music and mass-catering. I spent the majority of it nursing my swollen infected knee I put out the other day pissing about with Jay in the games room. Never will I learn. Actually, I'm convinced it's the ageing process. I'm definitely on the wrong side of the hill, just never thought I would be..
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