8:30 - finish watching TV, decide it's time to go get Alcohol for supposedly massive party that's coming up later on. I go across the road to grab money from the ATM and, lo and behold, I haven;t been paid yet due to a public holiday screwing with things one I didn;t even get off from Uni).
8:40 - I go back to my flat, deciding that without any drinks there's not much point to going to this party and do the vacuuming Iwas supposed to do yesterday for the rent inspection. My roommate offers to lend me money for booze, I get $15.
8:55 - having been busily messaging people on my phone trying to get people to come to a pub crawl next month (last big drinking event before exams) I decide to head back to the bottlo to get bundy. The bottlo has closed up 5 mins early, just to irritate me personally.
9:00 - I get back to my flat, jump in my car and drive up to another bottlo that stays open later. When I get there 10 mins later, I find that the drinks I wanted to get (Six pack of bundy and cola) will cost me sixteen bucks, and I only have the fifteen I borrowed off my roommate, and my second choices (Cougar 4 packs of 440 ml cans) have been discontinued in favour of six packs of 365 mL, which cost, of course, $16. Reasonably irritated I bought a six pack of Red Bears, which are essentially dirt cheap (and really crappy) lolly waters.
9:15 - Having bought the crappy Red Bears I get back in my car to go back to the village, irritated becuase I'd missed the 9 O'Clock party start (twas a surprise party, so the start was the best part) and... ruvv ruvv ruvv... click click click. My battery was dead. As you can imagine, I was not a happy chappy.
9:40 - having screwed around ringing various people trying to arrange a lift or see if I had RAC coverage through my dads membership I finally find someone who can jumpstart me and I get going. However, I was more worried about keeping my revs up than noting exactly where I was going and, given the nature of the roads leading into this bottle shop, you have to be really careful about how you drive out (Basically, you need to turn right, do a U turn, then turn left to get onto the road I came in on. If you turn directly left, you end up on the freeway onramp. Guess wherer I turned.
9:42 With another car up my arse I'm incapable of reversing or UTurning out to correct my error and I'm forced onto the freeway, and end up driving for about six or seven minutes. Not so bad, except that I was doing 100 kms/h all the way (trying to find an exit) and I end up heading into the city.
9:50 I manage to get off the freeway and I'm driving past the zoo. Now, having made this journey several times before, I'm pretty confident I can get back to where I want to be. Of course, I failed to take into account the difference that daylight can make. I guess I missed my turn, and end up driving about aimlessly for the better part of a quarter of an hour before I hit a road I know.
10:05 - I'm finally back at the bottlo I bought my crappy red beas from, make the correct turns and start heading back home.
10:15 - I get back home and jump in the shower to head over to this part.
10:25 - I get to the party. It's crappy. There're about 30 people around, of which I only know about half a dozen. The party winds up within an hour of my arrival.
Needless to reiterate, I've had a crappy night. Now I owe my roommate $15, I still have 4 of these shithouse red bears left, and I discovered several other tings that irritated me no end that I don;t really have the energy or inclination to go into. If I'd stayed at home and gone to bed none of this would have happened, and I'd have had a cheaper, better night. Grrr...
too bad