On the fourth of November, Jack and I decided that we were not to shave until the fourth of December. It was our late Movember. On the seventeenth of November, or today if you are reading this on the seventeenth of November, I decided to shave. I didn’t really lose or anything, Jack said that we could shave before schoolies but the month just starts again once schoolies is over... after I had my shave, Jack, Chris, Brett and I went up to Goolwa to prepare the house for schoolies, and pack the freezer full of assorted meats, meat filled pies and meat topped pizzas. We also finished out booze shopping, and now for schoolies I have a case of Amsterdam, half a case of Carlsberg, a case of Red Bear and a four pack of this other melon flavoured thing. The house was, and I’m sure it still would be, so the house is amazing. The spiral staircase is everything that I expected and more... well not really more, I mean it is just a spiral staircase but it is what I expected, and there is allot of room to chill, amazing balcony, the house is at a great location and... Nah I am getting too excited even typing this. My only concern is the wrestling room. We were going to put mattresses everywhere in the garage and wrestle in there but the garage is huge, and we are going to need as absolute fuck load of mattresses before we can have a wrestling room.
We needed to get out of Goolwa and back to Adelaide by two because we wanted to go to the beach with Brie and the rest of the attending guests at Brie’s beach day Facebook event thing. We left the house at around three thirty, four and surprisingly enough, we were late. As we arrived people started leaving, but there were still a decent enough bunch to have good times with. I was greeted by a friendly hello by some and then a huge wet hug from my best friend Meb who I haven’t seen in ages. She left my dry self and dry clothes quite wet before she said something like ‘can I hug you and give you my boobs’ and I didn’t really know what she said, but I let her because I mainly heard ‘can I... boobs...’. She then hugged and squeezed me leaving these wet boob patches on my chest, she was fairly happy with what she did and then I ran off to play some soccer where I didn’t get a single possession. More and more people started to leave and then we migrated from the sand to the water and played a volleyball slash keep the ball up type game where I made up for my lack of soccer prowess with unbelievable ball kepper upperer abilities.
We then played some cricket; well not really, it was just Aaron hitting the ball as us as we went for miracle dives that we were all pulling off... by pulling them off I mean they all were and so was I... and by that I mean I wasn’t, I was just diving and not catching the ball. I think that I had, by far the best dives but probably the least amount of catches... by that I mean zero. I said that I wasn’t going to stop playing until I caught the ball via miraculous save at least once, but one by one people started leaving the beach segment where the cricket was being played, and Aaron got very sick and tired of watching me fail to catch the ball, so he did one last hit and ran towards it, dived and just caught it in my stretched out arm. I was so happy that I started screaming swear words, like happy ones, like ‘fuck yeah!’ even though there was a family of two or three kids walking past who weren’t every impressed at all, I mean they would have been impressed if they saw the catch but all they saw was me running around screaming obscenities and yeah... not impressed.
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