Christmas and girls with no underwear.
There is a certain sense of sadness one feels after returning back to their abode after spending Christmas in their hometown, especially for someone like me, who returns from a sleepy baysiude town called Cleveland to the faux glitz of Melbourne.
It takes me a few days to slip straight back into my old hometown ways. I stop wearing shoes, get up late, adjust to the humidity which seems to follow you everywhere. Then there is the transition to my South African upbringing as well, having to speak with a semi accent, the quick lapsing in and out of Afrikaans periodically, to remember the cuisine, and to stomach the drinking sessions which take place every day from the hours of 5pm to 11pm, (and until 2am on Friday and Saturday’s). To be honest, going home, albeit to an Australian town, is like returning to a South African village, as my family andf friends are all South Africans, and I seem to forget that sometimes.
But, no more of this, I sound positivly negative. Ill entertain you with some snaps.
Here we have me, that is to say I, drinking a XXXX Gold, a mid strength beer, in my parents back yard.
Here is my Dad ready for and Xmas dress up party, as you can see, he is a snowman, I think he looks great,
Mom went as a Present, my Dad still looks great
I never went to the party, well I did breifly, I went with an old school friend of mine to an annual Xmas eve pub. They only sold drink tickets in either bundles of 5 or 10 or 30, I bought 10. I then found out that the pub (due to regulations) closes at 11:30 and so I drank 10 beers in a little under 2 hours, on top of the case Dad and I split, and some home made Vodka punch. I was legless, and upon walking home, I tripped on a gutter and landed face first on a concrete driveway. I knocked myself out and woke up around an hour later, and sutered home. To my joy I realised the driveway which knocked me out was in fact my parents driveway. I was happy, but woke on Xmas morning to discover I was bleeding in my mouth from a big cut in the side of my right cheek, where I had his my head and my teeth perforated my cheek. Here I am at Christmas morning at my G’Parents, my sisters bogan boyfriend is in the background.
And now lastly, a tribute to my Dad’s 1970 VF Valiant Coupe.
Well thats it from me, Happy New Year everyone.
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