This night has become infamous in one of my group of friends, and for a very good reason, it was the drunkest I have ever been in my life, and will be a hard effort to top. We rewind to 08/01/2010, and the lease to the house was to run out on the 10th. We had the house all packed up, all my possessions in the boot, backseat and front seat of my car, and since I was leaving Melbourne, there was only thing to do, go out with bang! And oh boy did I do that....
The day was fairly easy going, just doing some packing, cleaning and listening to music, then 5pm rolled around and I was bored, so what does a normal person do when they are bored? They drive to a bottle'o and buy some booze to drink. After purchasing a four pack of Smirnoff, I parked my butt on the bench, and drank away, listened to music and naturally facebooked. Finally a couple guests arrived and it was as sad drinking while having some company, and we walked to the bus stop, 'cos we were cool kids who took the bus.
After waiting at the bus stop for some time, we finally boarded and made our way into the city. By this time I was happy-tipsy, and couldn't wait to get my party on. First stop was the very talked-about club, CQ....
I felt so VIP when we hopped in an important line, and my friend said we had a list, and got let right in. Things at this stage was good, and I proceeded to have a couple drinks with my friends. Noticing a cool promotion, I decided to jump at it and try and win myself a hat, in which after 3 failed attempts, I asked the bartender if I could just have the hat, he said come back later and if there is any left I can have it. This made my night, because I ended up walking out with the hat, and yet, somehow still have the hat even though a few hours later everything would go wrong....
With the club being loud and crowded, I just wanted to chill and chat with my mate, so we headed to a different section of the club, which it was just us, and a female bartender, and at this stage of the night, I was drunk. My mate pretty much dared me to hit on her, but truth be told, I didn't need daring. Naturally I failed, but not without talking crap about a pony to her, then left with my tail between my legs.
After meeting back up with the group, we headed upstairs to get our dance on. Now I was digging a bit of Justin Timberlake at the time, and proceeded to try and scream to my friend to go request it, but I still don't think she heard me. When you are unable to communicate verbally in a club, texting is the next best option. I whipped out my phone, and tried typing what I was trying to say, but I think it looked something like this... "jshft tisjgkalek fjsia gjdje" So I gave up and accepted the fact I would not hear some JT at the club, which left me heartbroken. A friend suggested Crown, and at this stage I jumped at the idea... Although, a better idea at the time would have been to just.... go.... home........
Paying for the taxi ride there, we jumped out and jumped into the big world of Crown Casino. This is where everything started to go, I remember sitting at a table drinking a big glass of something, then next thing I remember is hearing voicemail on my phone with my friends being quite upset. Turns out I went missing for about 2-3 hours, and it was about 4am when we caught a taxi out of the city.
By this stage I was gone, and the taxi was kind enough to pull over so I could spew, which didn't improve my condition. Next thing I know I'm being let into my old housies new house, and crashing on her couch.
This is important this piece of information, my housie had work at 9am Saturday morning, so we planned before I went out that she would drive me back to the old house at 9am because I needed to hand the keys into the real estate, and we are back into the story....
So 9am rolls around, and I roll off the couch and into the car. She drives me back to the house I was leaving, and at this time of the morning, after the night I had, there was no doubt in my mind, I was still drunk. After stumbling back into the place, I thought I'd have a quick nap upstairs on the carpet, but only made it half way and passed out on the staircase.
The real estate was in Carlton, and closed at midday, so what came next was a miracle. My other house mate texted me, which prompted me to spring out of sleep, hungover as all heck, and check the message at 11am, asking if I've handed the keys in. Not a good thing to read when you are probably still a bit drunk on a staircase, and all I have to say is thank you to the hand-rail makers for saving me.
I made the drive out to Carlton, took care of everything, and then there was only 1 more thing to take care of, the apologies....
I texted one mate, as he wasn't working that day, and he seemed to accept it easy enough. The second person, I visited her at work, where I bought some redbull, orange juice and water, which is exactly what I needed. We talked for about 10mins, and she accepted my apology, which I found to be odd. We hugged, I cried on the inside and kept a manly face on the exterior, and then went to apologise to the third and final victim.
I went to see her at home, but she wasn't there, and I actually had a 'cya later' gift for her, which I left on her doorstep. I then accepted it, and made the drive back to Oaklands, a good three and-a-half hour drive ahead of me in the state I was in was not something to be enjoyed. I got about 20-30km out of Melbourne, then realised I couldn't leave my friend in the way we were, so I turned back around and went to see her at work. I tried apologising, but sadly, she wasn't as accepting as the others, and to be honest, I didn't blame her. I then said another farewell to the second friend, then made the trip back home.
The next few days were spent apologising and getting her to accept it, in which she eventually did. That night has become a strong-point in jokes with the friends, and we have now come to laugh about it. It was clearly the drunkest I have ever been, and what is scary is that I don't remember a solid 3hours of the night. Well I will leave you with one memory I will never forget about that night, it's that it will be a night I will never fully remember....
From The One They Call Anthony, This Is The Life & Times
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