Paaaarty

Everyone has one, the one friend that is a deadly force when drunk and transforms you into some kind of drunken, fighting, stealing hurricane. For me, this it was Luke ( he has since moved back home, party's just aren't the same). Under his tutelage I went from a quiet drunk to Force 5 hurricane.

example:

We were at a party in Papamoa when the host of the party told came over and started taking to us. By this stage in the night, t was just me and Andrew still conscious. Tim was throwing up, Luke was smashing things and Eli was I don't know where. I don't remember to much but what stands out is when he said we were all good, gesturing to me and Andrew, but our friends were shit and we had to leave. I was drunkly trying to apologise when he did something stupid: he told me to shut up. Normally, I would have complied and felt embarrased. Fuck that. This prick is going to pay. I did something unforgiveable, something heinous...

I stole his TV remote.

Passive agressive. Nice. I wish I could say I punched him in the sack and burnt his house down but sadly, I just stole his remote. And a pillow. And broke the TV. And toilet.

We ended the night by going to a playground, drunk as skunks at 3am, swimming in a fountain and fighting the swings for being too loud.

I love going to Papamoa.