Just a fleshwound.

Well look at me, a 27-year-old pretending to be an indestructible 17-year-old: at the tail end of a party, a little too much consumption, flying off a balcony. What do I get, but seven-or-so stitches and a buzz-lightyear sticker (to cover my tetanus shot). From what I DO remember up until that point, I was having a pretty good time at Jane-the-Vet's place last Friday. I guess now I'll have the hospital bill and the scar on my left pinky at eternal reminders :) Kids, drink responsibly. Or at least make sure any balconies you jump off have safety nets. (See I'm learning from my mistakes already!).

Now I just have to match all those random photos of genitalia on my camera to people I know. Or perhaps I should just leave well enough alone.

...well I remember the first bit

Cameron's well and truly sent off now. I certainly hope so, becuase I don't know if my body can handle that many $7 cocktails any time soon.

We stayed in the "big room" at Garuva's until about 10:30pm before heading into the valley and the upstairs bar at Fat Ric's.

After that, there was dancing to loud noise. I swear I knew everyone's name there for a few minutes, but I'd be hard pressed to remember anyone now; I'd like to blame the alcohol. And I will.

Anyway, one more mate heads off for adventure and the prospect of eager european women. Geez, soon I'll actually have to be SOCIAL again and meet NEW PEOPLE! Good luck Cam, make sure you do all the things I wouldn't.

Jon Stewart is the Man

http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/13.09/stewart.html

I wish one of the Australian FTA networks would pick up The Daily Show. I would be criminally happy.

Kicking Cameron out of the Country

Your friend and mine, the A.J. / climber / squash legend / sayer of odd things extraordinaire, Cameron Alexander, is off on a jaunt with no time limit over the seas! Yet another mate who's packing up and buggering off to those "other" countries out there!

Half ya luck! I'm going to have to start nailing my friends feet to the ground to stop them shipping out - sheesh.

Anyway: drinks, dinner, more drinks and dancing a funky jig are on the cards. We're descending on Fortitude Valley (Garuvas Hidden Resturant to be exact) this arvo, and I plan to be in crazy-go-nuts mode until I fall into a pseudo-coma state, several hours after that. I'm assuming The Family is on the cards, which means I have a (by now) 50% chance of having a long night; I've been refused entry as many times as I've been let in.

Perhaps it's becuase I'm never super-clammy or have my pupils dilated enough.