Friday night was my work Christmas party. After our big awards shindig a few weeks ago we have smaller, department parties and ours was at a Motor Boat club, casino themed, gambling with fake money. I thought this was a shite idea and assumed it was only because we weren't welcome at the actual casino. My work has a history of being 'banned' from quality establishments. I digress.
The shite turned awesome when I totally dominated at Texas hold 'em poker. As in two straights in my first two hands. Totally going to become an online gambling addict.
Dancing to bad pop and drinking cheap sparkles was totally good times and it was good to kick back with peeps I don't get to see that often any more not working in the office full time. I left after the party finished, did not kick on til sunrise like some others who shall remain nameless, because Saturday I was getting my hardcore on.
No Sleep Til Sydney totally ruled. Amazing how my music taste is getting wider as I get older and my attraction to young tattooed boys wearing skinny jeans and Vans with no socks only grows.
|Me being hilarious with Keith |
Mags declared this her birthday event and after filling our Ribena squeezies at her office and collectively whingeing about out hangovers we were off to get all rowdy. Me First and the Gimme Gimmes kicked the day off in covertastic, matching-shirt-good-times.
Frenzal Rhomb were major disappointment town. Too much unfunny banter and not enough golden hits.
Alkaline Trio were tops, great singalongs.
We only got to see the start of Gwar, 11/10 for costumes, but sadly missed the penis-squirting ending.
Parkway Drive kicked balls. Totally insane live and the most dedicated fans I have ever seen. So much that a kid had his head slashed open, got it stapled, and was back watching before the end of the set. So much so we saw a dude break his leg and was singing as he was taken away in a wheelchair.
Nofx were disappointing and didn't play a single song I knew. Bummer.
The Descendents were everything everyone was telling me they would be and more. Their albums were released mostly before I was born and yet they had more energy than I have had in my lifetime. Just as entertaining were the dudes standing side of stage practically weeping in joy at seeing their idols. Pretty cool to get to see such icons on their first Aussie tour.
The biggest let down of the day was that the Strawberry now closes its kitchen at 10pm. WTF is with that? Sadly that meant we saw some guy get his head belted in at the kebab shop across the road, so home time it was for me. After the hell of catching public transport home with the carols in the Domain peeps I slept like a baby.
|Spanish chicken salad nom|
Sunday we had a really cruisy day and drove down to Thirroul so Mr CB could check out a surf shop and went to Scarborough pub for lunch. Food so yum. I had a salad to counteract the amount of sugar I had consumed through Gatorade recoveries but managed to steal lots of husband's smashed potatoes.
The smell of beer in the pub was very troubling to me, but I think the fresh air did me some good.