Boozing in Brisbane

It's now Monday morning and I'm slowly starting to recover from the weekend. The housewarming party was a resounding success with much merriment had by all. Paul's Dark Lady Punch, laced with Absinthe, really revved things up later in the evening. After the parents had stumbled home with their children in tow, the die-hards stuck around for some serious karaoke. Lucky for all in attendance, much of the available music was from Aussie bands that I had never heard of, so short of the "70s Hits" DVD, I was pretty much relegated to the sidelines.

We woke up Sunday morning with an additional couple (Tony and Tanya) crashed out on the couch. Nicole cooked us an awesomely decadent blueberry pancake breakfast. By 11:00 we were fading fast and decided that hair-of-the-dog was in order. We spent the remainder of the day on the deck, ensuring that there would be no beer left over from the weekend. Given that we had started from a state of semi-inebriation and that we hadn't had much sleep, the fun and laughter rolled all afternoon. I haven't done this in years and it was a total blast. At about 4:30 PM, Tanya, not wanting to "chuck a V", managed to drag Tony off to their side of town. We fell asleep before they were out the door. We woke at about 6:30, got cleaned up and went out for a wonderful Thai feed at a restaurant owned by friends of Paul and Nicole's.

All in all, it was a great weekend. We have all decided, independently of each other, that we will be going on the wagon as soon as I leave Brisbane. Tonight is my last night here, so we reckon we'll have one last night on the piss before we all start drying out. I'm spending the remainder of the day sorting my stuff out and getting packed up. It's back to living out of my backpack...