The toga. (2)

I don’t think I have ever written a blog and then forgotten something so majorly huge that I had to write a part two, but I don’t see this as something I forgot to mention, I think that this is just new information. So if you can remember yesterday’s blog, which was just the four memories I had from Friday night, you would probably remember my fourth memory which was something along the lines of Heinicke ringing my mum and getting her to pick me up just before ten o clock. Well, let’s just say that there is a major thing that I forgot to put in there that may change your perspective on alcohol, or at least your perspective on big gas heater things.

The first thing that happened when we got there, well it was probably like the second or third thing but not soon after the arrival to the party, this guy introduced himself to me. He seemed like a really nice guy, not the kind of person I would consider murdering or anything, and yeah. I don’t remember his name, which is understandable considering I was already unbelievably drunk, but he said he knew Breda through Lacrosse or something.

Now as Heinicke was telling me this, I was in shock, I was so sure that this didn’t happen, but as the information sunk in, I seemed to remember, so I know this isn’t bullshit like all that other shit that I was told about other times. Heinicke walked up to me and said that I had to go home, and he has already rang my mum and she was already on her way. I was really angry, I hadn’t even gotten do dance yet and Bonkers had just started playing, I really wanted to dance and I was so angry. Bonkers is one of my favourite songs to dance to at the moment, it is probably one of my favourite dance songs of all time and whenever it comes on at a party, not to sound corny or anything but I go bonkers. Heinicke wouldn’t let go of my arm because he knew that I would just run away if he did, so I told him that it was okay and I wanted to go home, as he released my arm I ran away as fast as anything has ever been. I ran through the dance floor and knocked over one of those tall gas heater things, and it fell straight into that really nice random guy’s head. Luckily, some other guy who I don’t know either caught the gas heater just before it killed that guy who I didn’t want to die.

Heinicke then caught me and took me to my dad’s car because they just got there to pick me up. I was heaps angry that I didn’t get to see Tom Wilkin at all because he was supposed to have this amazing Bogan wig and I was really keen to see it but yeah, I guess that I left before he even got there or something. I then found out that I was talking to Tom Wilkin for an extended period of time, I just don’t remember. Oh and you know how I said I would quit drinking forever and become a dancing Victorian Catholic woman? Well I haven't drank anything yet!