Now that brings me back to a memory of 2 of my girlfriends when we were 17. It was around Chrissie time and we hit sweethearts at Cabramatta for some partying. I ran into a friend of my bro's and i ended up sitting with him chatting half the night away. When i realised that i had not seen my girlfriends for quite awhile i took off to find them. I was squeezing my way around the dance floor when i noted some makeup on the floor, i picked it up as it looked familiar, a few more steps and there was another and then another. They were makeup, shoes, belt and her bangles. I swear to god i followed a trail and ended up in a dark corner and there she was passed out on some blokes lap. I was amazed. How could that be? I was only sitting with the bloke for a couple of hours and here she was passed out! After slapping her around and bringing her to and trying to find out where the other g/f was, i ended up carrying her to the toilets where i stole a schooner glass on my way. Filled it with water and told her it was vodka and got all the girls lining up for the loo to chant scull, scull, scull
. God bless her she did. Whilst i was there, there was chatter about a leg sticking out from under a loo. Of course i had to have a look and guess whose it was?
My other girlfriend who had exhausted herself chundering in the toilet. She was so out of it i had to climb over the toilets to get to her and unlock the door. Obviously my night was finished after that as i had to then carry my 2 g/f's... 1 by 1 ... across the station bridge to the cab rank on the otherside as the cabbies wouldnt pull up at sweethearts for some reason. :roll: I'm still good friends with one of those girls and to this day she still will not talk about that night. :mrgreen: