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I’m feeling sentimental. I always do at Easter. About 5 years ago our friends and us went to stay at my Pop’s shack at The Great Lake. It was a fabulous time. We each took turns in cooking dinner and started drinking beer at 11 o’clock in the morning and finished drinking at 1am every night. We all put on weight and ate bacon and sausages like they were the last food on the planet

The days were crisp and clear and we’d play cricket on the blue-metal driveway in our pyjamas.. some days we wouldn’t even get out of them!

And then in the evening Kylie and I would stay and drink beer on the deck while the boys went and tried to catch fish (a fruitless excercise just for the record!).

We’d eat bacon for breakfast, do jigsaws, buy takeaway beer from the pub that nearly sent us broke and watch football on the tiny tv.

We played cards - crib, hearts (we called it Hunt The Cunt!), 500, UNO.

And we just sat in the mustiness of someone else’s shack and enjoyed it.

The smell of wood fires, old carpet, folded linen, barbequed chops, cold air and laughter are still there if I close my eyes.

I remember getting up one morning and I was the first awake, it was about 7am and I went outside into the morning and it was the most beautiful day I’ve ever seen. The lake was literally glass and the sky was the deepest, purest blue nature has ever made and somewhere on the horizon the two met. It was perfection. My head was throbbing and my mouth was dry from our mammoth drinking session but behind me my favourite people slept and the future stretched on in front of me like the deeep, clean, blue of the sky.
Flannelette pyjamas, a dodgy booze fridge in the freezing cold of the laundry, the wood heater cranked up so hot that we all started feeling dozy, and Kylie and I sneaking out for a fag on the deck in the freezing quiet of night while the boys looked on in good humour.

All these things make me feel sentimental. Such a great time. How can I explain to you the smell of hot walls as the fire got too hot or the laughter as we try to clean up the impossibly excessive pile of empties?!

It was my happiest time - which is not meant to diminish any other happy times I’ve had since, I just mean that if i was about to die - they are the times I would think of.

And when Easter comes each year - that’s what I think of.

And that’s what I’m thinking of now.

Happy Easter xxx

I just took Felix to Melbourne. On my own. Yes, I am a glutton for punishment! (those of you who know me will know I’m also a beacon for all kinds of trouble and chaos too!)

It was great tho. He loved it! On the plane as it was taking off most of the kiddies were wailing - not my kid tho… my little man was yelling “FASTER! FASTER!” at the top of his lungs!!!!

So we hung out with my bro out in the suburbs and then I got gloriously pissed with him and his partner back in my hotel room. Holy crap. We had a bottle of bubbles between the two of us and then I drank 12 middies.

Yes. That’s right - I said 12. Admittadly they were only middies but still - TWELVE! Gah! So I got to bed about 2ish and Felix dutifully woke me at around 6:30 I ignored him reasonably successfully for another hour but then I had to get up and face the inevitable hangover…

and not only that but my bro had left his car at my hotel (he was in NO condition to drive!) so I had to drive his car in the outer suburbs of Melbourne… now I only learnt to drive a couple of years ago and I’ve only been driving properly for about the last 3 months so you can see what a big thing that was for me! I had to drive on the Princes Hwy for God’s sake! And just quietly, I’m fairly confident that I was still a bit pissed I’m not proud of that and I don’t advocate drink driving, but you know, it’s not like I had a small child improperly restrained in a booster seat instead of an actual car seat in the back… no wait…. wow… I really am a bad mother!

Oh well - at least Felix will have had a fun upbringing… I hope he looks back and thinks that his mummy was always laughing (and possibly driving on the wrong side of the road) and happy and having fun…

On Friday night I told Amanda to come to our office for a glass of bubbles to celebrate her new job… but I didn’t tell her i’d invited a few other people to help her celebrate as well :-X

It was a sweet night… just a total impromptu gathering of random people in our office with kids running wild and booze running out.

The pub next door (yep bit of a recurring theme there i know!) even offered us a tab!!! We drank everything we had stashed in the fridge and then went to get more… and more… and then some fish and chips….

it was so much fun but the only thing was that we had our offspring with us… not a huge hassle coz we have a port-a-cot there so we stuck him in there when he got tired BUT, we still had to get him home when all the frivolity dwindled down to a dull headache…hmmmmm…

So we staggered home at about 11:30 pm thru the city - pissed as nits - with our kid on my back in one of those pack-things, staggering, with open stubbies in our hands, child in daddy’s jumper because naturally we hadn’t brought any warm clothes for him 

We chatted to drunks along the way, slurred to each other, and secretly hoped the police didn’t take our child off us!!!

Aaaahhh, it’s so wrong isn’t it?! But he had a great time - and so did we. It’s a beautiful thing to be able to piss it up with your mates and have the kids entertaining themselves - I LOVE MY LIFE!!!!

Oh yeah - just a little addendum: the cleanup was awful. Rancidly-off fish and chips and champagne festering in the heat or our office - yum! Let’s just say that the plates were STUCK to the table!!!

Still, it was totally worth it!

xxx

Ok, so slight backdown on my part. I have ranted and raved in the past about how abhorrant middies are and that they have no right to be drunk and that I would publicly ridicule anyone who partook of them in my presence… right well…. it seems I MAY have changed my mind

Thanks to - of all things - VB! Their midstrength beer not only tastes great but doesn’t bloat me at all. Normally I don’t see the point in drink anything other than full strength beer but here’s my quandry: I drink so much and have such a ridiculous tolerance to it that I have been getting spastic every night and becuase there’s no hangover the next day - I just keep doing it! I’ve decided that since I’m actually losing large chunks of each evening that I need to cut down.

So I tried… and failed miserably….

I think I just like a certain amount of beers, like 5 or 6 per evening… it’s just the habit I’m sure but 5 or 6 full strength beers coupled with the fact that I frequently forget to eat dinner equals mass brain-cell death!

BUT, if I drink middies I still FEEL like I’m drinking the same amount but I can still actually remember how I made it to bed and why I’m wearing a pair of my husband’s shoes…. (that’s a memory I’d really like to have back…)

So, I’ve been converted.

We’re all allowed to change! But I still wouldn’t touch xxxx Gold with someone else’s hand - just for the record

xxx

Our mates came over today to watch some cricket, drink some beer and just generally catch up. We’ve been friends for years - kind of a chance meeting through my old place of work - but we’ve been firm friends ever since. We all love a drink, love to have a good time and love each other!

So we lazed about on the couches watching the Indian innings and saw a couple of wickets fall, we downed a few stubbies and the kids played happily with one another in the background.

Then the boys buggered off to the pub and us laydees stayed behind to do our motherly duties. It was just great tho, watching the kids interact. Felix is just a little bit younger than his friend Mia, but he’s just getting to the age where he can start playing and actually comprehending simple instructions (yay!). So the pair of them tore around the place and giggled and screeched together and I felt happy and proud. It’s taken nearly two years, but i finally feel I know what it’s all about now.

When you see your child getting two biscuits out of the bowl and placing them both in his little friend’s hand… well, you know why you bred in the first place.

A gorgeous day - gorgoeous people and plenty of beer.

Perfection!