So hungover.

Busy weekend. Had musical rehearsal yesterday, on a Saturday. I realised I never actually said what musical we're doing - it's Beauty and the Beast. I'm officially dubbed a spoon... and a drunk man in the tavern scene... and male 8. Excellent. Getting picked up in about an hour for another four hour rehearsal.

Not only is my weekend filled with enchanted objects and hours of artificial happiness living in Disney... we also had a debate yesterday. It was the semifinals, and we were the top ranked team - but we lost. So we're officially out of the competition, because it was knockouts. I didn't debate that round though, I wish I did. For some reason we thought it was a good idea to put our worst line-up on yesterday to give them a turn. Well, pretty stupid decision now considering it was knockouts and the semis. In case people were wondering about the topic, we had to affirm "This House Would suspend the welfare payments of individuals who test positive for drugs." Hey, I'm pretty sure most of our team don't hold that stance, but being forced to affirm that as private school kids probably made us look like ignorant sheltered rich white boys.

We decided to go for a boost to lighten up and stuffed ourselves with regrettable amounts of chicken. At the time, only Kernal Sanders understood us. He should be knighted. Our feast made us late for musical rehearsal, big G wasn't too impressed. KFC and singing doesn't mix well.

Anyways, on the way back to JS's afterwards, SP, a girl who was driving us there (I know, how shameful, we're letting a girl drive us) was like "Max, my mum really likes you the last time you came over for dinner. She was like 'if only Max wasn't gay...'", then JS (a guy) in the backseat added "Yeah, my mum loves you too man. She was like 'JS, if only you were gay so you could go out with Max.'" Found that pretty hilarious.

Partied hard last night. You know, needed some crazy raving fun after a long week you know? It was a friend's 18th and she rented a penthouse in town. Man, it was so filthy in the morning. Everyone was so drunk and gone... no one even remembered there was an amazing birthday cake... some of us stayed the night and woke up in the morning to see a heap of squashed creamy crap in the kitchen and wondered what it was...

It was an awesome party. Man, I'm going to miss everyone at the end of the year. Birthday girl said she was going to 'set me up' with someone, but she was definitely high on something... and she said she totally forgot at the end of the night. All good, saves all the potential drama when I've got other priorities. I didn't end up meeting Dunedin boy in the end, again didn't want to complicate things. And my ex tried to crash the party "to make me jealous" (Well, in the end he couldn't get into the party anway lol). Such a messed up child, how is he going to make me jealous if I'm the one that's friends and knows everyone at the party? Looks like someone's still really bitter and can't let go. Serves him right, he was a cheating whore, a pill popping slag... and pretty much the town bicycle anyway. A bicycle and a half.

Had a few deep and meaningfuls. There were a few twenty-something-year-olds who seemed to take me on as their little sidekick or something lol. They were my friend's older cousin's friends, and they were there because it was actually a joint party with her cousin. Two of them started and kept telling me about that gay friend of theirs who my friend forgot to introduce me to (without me even mentioning him at all lol). Man, there was just so much trashy drunk talk lol. It would be too much bullshit to write down. It was nice.

Oh, and a drunk married man tried to make a move on me. THAT WAS FUNNY.

Hope you guys enjoyed reading that. I've got to get ready for musical rehearsal now.