Totally Un-Cut

The chaos was pure. 100% totally un-cut.

After the meeting, we drank the stock that we were no longer selling, or had got for a promotion and had no intention of selling. Jim Beam with Sugar Free Cola, Canadian Club with Ginger Beer, vodka energy drinks, bourbon energy drinks, Southern Comfort and Cola in a Can, Barefoot Radler beer, Caramel Bailey's, ect.

After about an hour of that, we all piled in cabs and went out to Leederville to go to the 'Niche Club". This was a very nice place, the type of place people with lots of money go, not backpackers. So nice in fact, that they didn't even serve pints, only bottled beers. There was a tab set up which meant we could drink all wines, champagnes, bottle beers, and bottom shelf spirits. I started with a ted, then a Jacks and Lemonade, then a few Beam and cokes, then I found my drink for the rest of the night. Double Vodka waters. I have no idea how many I consumed. But it was enough to make the night real hazy. We took lots of pictures, and drank there until around midnight. Most management and office staff went home, tab was closed, so the remainder, not sure how many, went a few doors down to "Hip-E Club". I barely remember being there.

Sometime after that, a group of about six or so, whoever was left standing, cabbed back into Northbridge and rocked out at Black Bettys. The only part I remember is Wayne putting on a show of outrageous Irish dance moves. I also remember I was drinking water. After drinking for free all night, it didn't seem right spending more money.

I got home at 5am, just as Matt was leaving for work.

definitely sucking it in.

staffies

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"Stevo its mick jager..where art thou? Xxx"

Tomorrow we have a staff party. It starts back at work for a meeting, then I'm pretty sure we are going to try to drink up all the stock that we haven't been selling. The rest of the night is a surprise, but I've caught wind of a possible stop to a karaoke bar at the end of the night. In June, we collected the caps to 'Canadian Club' pre mixed bottles, and for every cap collected, CC was giving us $0.50. We collected a sheetload, and there was a rumor Bridget(owner and manager of The Shed) was going to match whatever they paid us. I think my wallet will be staying put in my back pocket.

Kierin just invited me over to "build up tolerance" for tomorrow.

I'm almost positive that there will be pictures taken that family and friends will be proud of. Hopefully they aren't taken untill after managment has left.

I really hope I can title my next entry "Pure Chaos"

have mercy.

the shed drinking team

Since I've worked at The Shed, I only really go out with other people from The Shed. In the last two weeks, pretty much the whole staff has changed, mainly because they hire mostly backpackers. I'm second in length of stay, next to Nelson as far as backpackers go. With new employees, means new drinking mates. We've got a great little foursome happening at the moment, other than the large groups that sometimes make it out. This new group consists of Kieirn and Bazz, the kiwi brothers I mentioned a few weeks ago, and Mick Jagermeister. We went out Wednesday with a group of about 8 employees, and the pictures I found on the Internet are fabulous.
Unfortunately this ones a little out of focus, but thats Kierin in the stripes, Wayne up front, and Bazz poking Mick Jager in the face.

I put an ad on the Internet looking for someone with a car to drive me up the coast, and got a reply from some German girl. It looks as if we are going to leave in July sometime, which means my days at The Shed are wearing down. But my plan is to take off for a month, see this side of the country, come back to Perth, work for another few weeks, then fly back to the East coast with Drew to write that chapter. But as I've learned many times so far, it's very hard to plan out how long things take, and where they are going to take you.

the shirt says it all.

you taught me how to ice skate, even though i wasn't great,
i never walk into our yard, without closing the gate,

you sang about a girl named 'Bonnie', when it was time to say g'night,
you taught me how to defend myself, if i got in a fight,

you taught me how to ride a bike, and how to follow rules
but the chore i hate the most was when i had to clean the pool,

its because of you that i am tall, and its because of you im slim,
but when i see you without a shirt, it makes me want to hit the gym,

thanks for all the fun i had, when i was still a child,
from disneyland, to shuswap lake, and anytime i smiled,

you know i love you with all my heart, and that i am okay,
so heres to you, from far away, have a happy fathers day.

#1 Dad.

willis

It's hard to think of interesting things to blog about, because most weeks are the same. I've decided Monday's are now going to be all about mind, body, and soul. Reading, Exercise, and Music. I'm halfway through Anthony Keidis' (lead singer of red hot chili peppers) book, 'Scar Tissue'. It's all about his life, the making of the band, and his problems with drugs. I'm hooked. Any spare time I have I try to get into bed and read.

Last night, for the first time in months, I worked out in the gym downstairs, and capped that off with a run. Clothed I don't look like I'm out of shape, but when I take my shirt off I definitely can notice the definition I once had in my chest has withered away. As far as the belly goes, I'd say it's around the same as it was when I left. I don't really care about my beer belly though, all I really care about is my chest. I want a body that screams, "Yeah I drink a lot of beer, and I can kick your ass too!"

I've got quite a few songs on the go, a few of them I've finished completely(for now), I just need to sit down and really think about how to finish the rest of them. I also went out today and bought another busking licence. I couldn't get the one month probationary one I had before, so I was forced to get the three month one that costs $66. Now I'll really have to force myself out there to earn that money back.

I eat more than my height in Subway every week. At least a foot a day. Today I was eating it at the Murry St. Mall when a new friend decided to join me. His name was Willis, and he only has one leg. He doesn't talk much so I did all the talking. I told him I was Canadian, and travelling, but working here in Perth for awhile. I didn't ask him about his leg, as I think that may have been a touchy subject. When I finished eating, I said good-bye, he acknowledged. As soon as I got up to leave he dove right into the crumbs and scraps I had left on the ground.

I've began a manhunt for Canadians' in Perth. Canada Day is only a few weeks away, and so far we only have about four or five Canadians' we know from the area we can call out to celebrate with. Me and Drew ordered some Canadian flags from a flag shop in the city, and it would be a shame to not make this a very memorable Canada Day, outside of Canada.


"Oh, haha, he was talking about a bird!"

Nic

We just hired two kiwi brothers down at the ole shed. I told them a few story's that Nic has blessed us with. Now, I will share with you.

When we first checked into 'Billabong Backpackers' back in March, we met a 'kiwi' named Nic. He only spent one night in the room with us and was forced to leave because he didn't book his room in time. That night he planned to get really drunk, and sleep in a construction site. The next morning he came back the hostel and looked very rough. He did sleep in a construction site, and his bed in our room, remained empty all night. Choked.

He bought a van about a week after that, 'Vangina', and has slept in it every night, except for 3 when he has slept in a hostel. Hostel costs about $150 a week, he bought the van for $600. Defiantly paid itself off a long time ago.

He has to be the most unphotogenic person I have ever met. Almost every picture he takes, he has his head cranked back, squinted eyes, and a stupid smirk.

The amount of sour cream he eats would sicken most. More sour cream than there are potato wedges. When he went camping with Matt and Drew, he apparently lost it in a small convenient store because they only had low fat sour cream. We made nachos today, and Matt knocked the empty sour cream container onto Nic, and some spilt on his lap. He sucked it off his shorts.

My favourite story goes as follows;

He came back one day at dinner time and told us that he met a girl and was going camping with her that weekend. We immediately requested details. Well, he was leaving I.G.A with groceries, when he saw a stand set up out front. Green Peace. He walked by and one of the girls started asking him a few questions. We're not really sure what he said to her, but in the end, she had agreed to go on a trip with him in the vangina. The weekend came, and he left. For three days we pondered what was going on. What kind of stories will he return with? The day came and he arrived back. She was a vegetarian. Nic eats a lot of meat, gets 'meat sweats'. He once told me he can't have a meal if it doesn't involve meat. He said on one of the nights the weather was bad and was pouring rain. He was in the back of the van cooking up 'huge slabs' of bacon, while she was in the front seat cowering. Pure gold.

ah true!