After the flight we all jumped in the Tarago and Aaron drove us up the hill. My stomach was still unsettled when we got to my parent’s place, but a few beers fixed that.

Over the course of a few hours everyone had showers and by 8:00PM we were ready to get into it.

Some female entertainment arrived at 9:30PM and helped serve drinks and provide something nice to look at. I don’t think Aaron uploaded any photos of her… yet.

There was a mixd group of about 30 people there, with my close friends, jiu jitsu mates and family friends. We smashed the keg and there was stacks of food, and I think everyone had a good time.

Fitzy also helped entertain everyone when he borrowed the waitress’ high heels and pranced around for a while. We had a boat-race too and I know Hale and Luke were in it, though I can’t remember if they held onto the reputations, which they gained at last years TFG Christmas party. I have a feeling Harry beat Luke, though I’m not certain :)

At midnight some people left and some people jumped on a bus for more fun. We went down the hill and hit Shape. Michael works security and knew the guys on the door, so even though there was a significant (200 people?) line we were all in within 15 minutes. We lost some guys to tiredness and some to… over exertion, but it was a good effort all round. Van She smashed out a wicked set and at 3:30AM the final 8 headed to Ambar for even more punishment.

Hale, Tony and Fitzy walked with Mark, Jacob, Michael, Harry and myself to Ambar but didn’t come in. Steve was apparently there already (when did he leave Shape? Nobody knows) but had been kicked out after some confusion. Apparently a guy wearing the same shirt was weeing on the dancefloor and Steve was the victim of a mistaken identity. If you know Steve then you’ll know that weeing on a dancefloor is even too much for him, and when Ambar security asked Harry to leave for “his own safety” (though they wouldn’t say much about why and we were minding our own business - dickheads) it was clear that the night was over. We had about an hour and a half there in total and the music was OK, but not superb.

The five of us that still remained walked home over the Causeway. We dropped Mark on the way and grabbed some breakfast at McDonald’s before heading back to my place for about 6:00AM. The brothers called a taxi, Harry crashed on a mattress in my living room and we both slept for a few hours until Maggie and her alcohol-induced illness woke us up at 8:00AM.

I had a great night and whilst there were ups and downs, I think it was a “great success.” The people that organised it should be very happy because I was very happy, and after all, that was the point :)