seven.
So I’m overdue for an update, but I haven’t even had time to scratch myself of late. My sick self has been covering the sickness of others at work, and four consecutive ten hour days minus any kind of breaks has completely drained me. I slept right through uni this morning and it was bloody brilliant. My older brother is visiting until tomorrow as well, so we went out for lunch today and after one glass of wine I was merry. One meal a day will do that to you. It will also completely fuck up your metabolism. But anyway.
We just had a family dinner at this restaurant about 2k’s away. First time the seven of us have been together since…well, Christmas. Anyway, my crazy-arse family decided that we’d all walk down…we all ate and drank ourselves stupid and didn’t regret it until exiting the restaurant and realising that we were car-less. Ergh…time to roll home.
I think the beers consumed were to blame for the trip home… passing motorists were entertained by our illuminated bodies pretending that we were professional walkers. The Commonwealth games athletes that have entertained us with their gamatronian movements would’ve been impressed. Maybe. My brothers’ techniques left a lot to be desired. And the stitches we all got were oh so painful.
Add it to my sprained wrist which has been sports-taped for ease of cocktail shaking, the knot in my back which makes sitting painful, the blue, purple, yellow and even green bruises that my body has sustained of late (I shit you not…I am covered with unexplainable bruises and I don’t know where the hell they came from or what the hell that means), AND my sliced thumb, and the ready-to-throw-up feeling I have due to walking is par for the course.
Ergh. I feel like crap. I'm absolutely shagged. I will have to leave it here for now.
Fuck I love my siblings.
We just had a family dinner at this restaurant about 2k’s away. First time the seven of us have been together since…well, Christmas. Anyway, my crazy-arse family decided that we’d all walk down…we all ate and drank ourselves stupid and didn’t regret it until exiting the restaurant and realising that we were car-less. Ergh…time to roll home.
I think the beers consumed were to blame for the trip home… passing motorists were entertained by our illuminated bodies pretending that we were professional walkers. The Commonwealth games athletes that have entertained us with their gamatronian movements would’ve been impressed. Maybe. My brothers’ techniques left a lot to be desired. And the stitches we all got were oh so painful.
Add it to my sprained wrist which has been sports-taped for ease of cocktail shaking, the knot in my back which makes sitting painful, the blue, purple, yellow and even green bruises that my body has sustained of late (I shit you not…I am covered with unexplainable bruises and I don’t know where the hell they came from or what the hell that means), AND my sliced thumb, and the ready-to-throw-up feeling I have due to walking is par for the course.
Ergh. I feel like crap. I'm absolutely shagged. I will have to leave it here for now.
Fuck I love my siblings.
posted by auburn at 9:33 PM
10 Comments:
hehehehehehehehe. that's awesome. my brother doesn't like me too much. so, we don't get to do fun shit like too often. but when we do... hoo daddy. hehehe, i have visions in my head of you and yours power walking down the street. all boozed up... and i'm laughing my ass off, i can see you ass shaking... yeah baby just like that... anyhow, you need to tend to your brokenness.
"I don’t know where the hell they came from or what the hell that means"
Oh thank god the hypnosis technique is working. I was worried for a while.
Sounds like a great night. Whenever the lot of us gets together, 10 of us, there's a party going on. Thing is won't all be together till Easter. Which is only a few weeks away woot!
I'm sorry to hear about the last couple of days, don't push yourself too hard. Then I'd have to come down and nurse you back to health;)
Get well soon, Darlin.
It is great when you can post about being sick, injured and over worked and it still leaves your readers smiling!
When family is good, it is really good!!
(I miss my family!)
Ahh, family. If nothing else, they will always give you an excuse to drink.
Hey isn't that your favorite number?
My last family gathering involved a hella-lot of great wine and a kereoke machine. Not really a good combination, but I gotta love that fact that my family thinks we can sing. Simon would have a field day with us.
One glass of wine makes me merry as well.
Walking home drunk is fine as long as you don't stumble into any moving vehicles. Maybe put reflectors on your ass next time just in case. :)
Laugh away Chud, we were quite a sight. And we had the power walking butt wiggles goin' on like nothing else!
Jobe, I had suspicions it was you and your hypnosis. Stop it please! I don't like bruises.
Yay Easter gatherings Trueborn! But my biggest has a work contract starting so I will unlikely see him til his wedding in December. :(
Might just have to go visit Melbourne again. You don't need an invitation to come nurse me honey;)
Yeah it is Ang. At the risk of a big fat cliche, I feel pretty lucky:)
Mike, agree. Doesn't matter whether we love, hate or annoy each other, as long as there is alcohol involved, they're good times.
Yes True. That and thirteen. :)
Karaoke is the BEST! That'd be so much fun. The last time we had a karaoke/juke box thingy was at my bro's 21st. I kinda hogged it...pictures prove it....argh! It was freakin' fantastic! Go the Idol talent...like Simon is the bomb anyway.
Laurie, me too! Lightweights hands in the air! Woot!
And I will get some reflectors for my arse. Just in case:)
13?
Huh. You must be one lucky woman then, for most people, 13 is scary thing.
You must have some powerful Mojo;)
I bow to thee.
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