*Jon clinks his beer mug*

Ha, thanks, aka i have no idea how you remember these things...

It's sort of self indulgent to tell everyone what i did, but fuck it i'll just post what i wrote to a mate in Italy rather than recreating it here.

" it was fucking awesome, we went down to my flatties' home town (waikaia, southland) to go to his rugby club cabaret. a few of us went last year and luke got a black eye from some rugby-playing rugged southland woman when he told her his name was 'dance commander'. this year about 15 of us boosted down there, i'd already had a few bourbons in the car, entered the community hall and flattie puts a crate on the table "compliments of the waikaia rugby club" and the boat races started. So we finished a crate in about 10 minutes which started the night off on a boozy note.

so a few hours later we have 15 fucked uni students in a community courtesy coach, im rapping singing gangstas paradise, luke is trying to crowd surf the taxi crowd, and somebody realises it's 2am in the morning of my birthday so i get a big happy birthday singalong which was fucking rad. it was honestly a 21st ill remember for the rest of my life, heaps of good mates and plenty of beer so yeah. unfortunately sunday was a total write off, i couldn't move for most of the day but oh well."

cheers to you guys