My Bad

Sorry its been a while since my last update, ive been pretty busy for the last few days. Its not like im dead or anything, but thanks for the emails and msgs questioning my health. Sweet of you.

Friday night was pretty shitty for me, cos i just got to go training and watch all the excited players while i couldnt play. Things got better when me and tom decided to go back to his and have a few beers while watching the game of the round (Geelong vs Hawthorn). It was pretty cruisy but i noticed Tom was msging quite a bit more than was strictly necessary.... It turns out that he was chatting to Cheyenne (something like that) who he seemed pretty keen on so we invited her over. I gave him heaps of opportunities to 'get more acquainted' by leaving the room to watch the footy with Neil, but apparently it wasn't that sort of visit. I had a pretty good time until fucking Cal, who was out at The Vasse with G-Love and others for a while, msged me the final score of the game i was watching! I was mad as a cut snake hey.

Tom was kind enough to let me sleep the night, and i setup sleeping headquarters in Cals room, cos he was supposed to be staying at a friends. I was out pretty quickly due to the beers, but i woke up to a friggen hard poke to the ribs. It was just after 2.00am and Cal had decided to stay at home, fucker. But he was cool about it, and i just moved over and he jumped in. Pretty good sleep i must say.

The next day we were pretty amped to eat so we had some hot chicken rolls and watched Bourne Identity. He is a smart, smart bloke hey. And has Mad-ass fighting skillz. I bailed after that to watch my brothers play, where Pagey and Cockers joined me. We werent there for long, just long enough to see Sean get yellow carded for telling the Umpire to 'Fuck off" haha. Such a Kelly moment. Then me and Pagey headed out to his with some beer and chippies in tow to watch the eagles, where Tom met us. He has a pretty sick house hey, looks like a typical rural house but it has a sick outdoor area (prefect for some drinking games) and the inside is technologically stocked to the max. At half time we got some Red (Roster) and ate most of it to at the foreshore, except for the ones we gave to the seagulls. It was crazy hey, at one point we must of had at least 200 gulls there looking for a bite. We even tried to get them to take it out of our hands, and they would have, except we all Jarryded (pussed) out when they got too close. Eagles ended up winning, so it was a good afternoon. I had to go home early cos i had work the next day, and they had footy anyway.

So here is the kicker - i cant give a schweet update on the fooze like i normally do, cos i had work and wasnt there. Here's how it went down according to Tom, from my memory:

In like the first quarter, we were like kicking against the wind hey, and it was pretty hard. We uhh, we like a couple of goals down but we had the wind in the next quarter and got to like 3 points up or some shit. Harbeck had already had like 5 goals, he was playing fucking sick. Then in the 3rd we marked up hell good and they like kicked shit all goals we were doing hell good. In the last quarter we got behind for a bit then Harbeck kicked another one and we ended up winning by like 9 points even though it was in their forward part for hell long hey. It was pretty fucking sick to win hey, couldnt remember the song exactly but...

When i asked him who he reckoned played good, it was Him, Harbeck and Pagey. And they all got awards, so he wasn't lying.

After i finished work we went and watched Chal play his last game of soccer. They played some hell shit team but they had the world's blackest ever keeper. He was pretty shit but, always fell over for no reason, a bit like Fatwick. Cal did good, the ball didnt come near him much, and the 2 goals concede werent his fault. They covered him in beer though, so he left me at the Soccer Club to fend for myself. Chelsea and G-Love were there so it wasnt too bad. After that we went to the Vasse where we had a few beers. Yes, they didnt ID check me so i was allowed to have a couple. We ended up taking a couple of Jager Bombs and i was well and truly gone by the time it closed at 10. We went back to the Seia's and watched The Patriot in memory of the late Heath Ledger, and it was pretty good. We couldnt get a taxi, so we just crashed, in different beds this time much to Chal's dismay.

So that was the weekend. Hectic, as you can tell by how much writing i have just done. So suck it.