Out on the town/Richer

Well last night was friday night, aka Party Night. It was amazing.

We had the boys back together for the first time in a long time, with Morgs and Karen in our entourage. The night started off with a few jugs of Beez, some famous Vasse fries with double aioli, and a wicked pizza. And as promised, there was gambling involved. Me and Kel snuck through the doors a couple of times to punt on a couple of horses, but our first attempt was unsuccessful.

Then on the next trots, i picked a roughie called JD's Beau, paying $11 at the time, for 3 wins and a place. But by the time the race started, everyone must of been dissing him, cos his odds were at $21 instead. For the whole race i had no idea which horse was mine, but with like 200m to go i saw this horse satrt to charge it right down the middle, and i knew it was JD's Beau. It was destiny. But it ended up being a photo finish, so after a couple of nervous minutes, it was decided that JD's Beau won by a nose! And i won a cool $70.80.

So i quit while i was ahead.

After we heard that famous song at the Vasse, 'Closing Time', we headed down the Nard. We got ID checked and went straight for the bar, where we promptly snapped up some wicked multi-coloured alcholic slushies. Bliss. Even Kel stopped hugging for a bit to have some. That's big, that is.

Then it started to wind down and Karen took us home, and now here i am the next day, blogging about it. We need more nights like that one i reckon. Except without the headache the next morning.

Anyways, Peace.

T-Betta out