EDIT: photos from easter up now.

what a fucking crazy night. the afternoon/evening starting at the Bargara Pub for drinks (everyone) and pokies (the older women and men) and horse race gambling (the older men), then a good dinner at the pub (but someone obviously didn't eat enough for din din's)...then home to get ready to go out. Off we go, driving into town. Nony (sister) and I get out at Mel's house while Cindy and Holly drop their mum back at their granddad's place. Nony is usually the designated driver (by choice) as she loves driving, is a total bogan and car freak etc. BUT Cindy instead offered to drive so that ment nony could drink. Out comes the bottle of tequilla which I happily decline and shots are had. MANY shots. I'm kicking a ball around with Mia, the pet dog so I didn't really pay attention to my little booze hound of a sister, sculling shot after shot. many shots and almost a whole lemon later, the cousins arrive back to pick us up. Mind you, this was only about 20-30 minutes after they dropped us off. Obviously she is drunk, and is a completely different person when she is drunk. she's touchier, friendlier... i would say funnier but alas, she is usually piss funny, but she does have the drunk and entertaining factor about her.

By this stage dinner is completely digested for me and I actually sober as or close enough to it. Plus I'm an alcoholic so a little bit pissy- not an issue. Nony, however hasn't drunk ANYTHING since new years, and she has now just downed half a bottle of vile, foul tequilla.

So arrive at the Central, Nony and Mel lag behind chatting and being drunk and silly. They ditch us, and cousins and I chill out in the beer garden bopping away to the live band, then we cruise back inside and have a bit of a boogie on the edge of the dance floor. I spy a few people I know from high school days but no one I'd want to actually make eye contact and then conversation with. And to be honest, my heart is just not in it. I got up very early (for me) so by 10pm I'm getting pretty pooped. The first vodka is already pumping through my veins, warming my inner most organs, but its just not having the usual, fun loving, 'i want to party' effect. But i'm not one to give up without a fight so I quickly down a second one. After having already broken the seal at the pub earlier, I visit the overcrowded female toilets and again avoid eye contact with someone who looks very familiar and keeps looking at me like she's going to start conversation any minute now.

I exit just as Stuart (the other cousin, Abby's ex-boyfriend, father of little Jordan- aka Jordanavitch, Little Vitchy, Fez, Feral, Sheral, Lilly) is informing the other two that nony is sick in the front bar and really needs to be taken home. Mel comes over and says to me that she'll look after her, she is really really sick. Suddenly I remember the effects half a bottle of tequilla has had on me in the past and I start to panic. We find her on the couch- bouncer trying to hold her head up from the table, bartender with mop in hand trying to mop up her mess. oh shit..... ok we'll i guess on the upside, this is my excuse to go home early.

Mel and I grab either side of her, apologise to the bouncer and try to drag her out of there. Unfortuantely the fact that she's 180 centimetres tall and mel and I are about 5'3, and she's HORRIBLY drunk doesn't help us out. Cindy goes to get the car and we sit her down on the park bench and she vomits a little more. I have to struggle to hold her up so she won't fall head first into her own vomit. She starts making funny noises and crying and mumbling about sleep, but when the car arrives she doesn't want to get up. Eventually we drag her to the car, and she falls face first into the back seat. I was happy to leave her there, but Cindy doesn't want to get pulled up on the way home, so we have to try and get here sitting up. Sounds easy enough right?

WRONG!

Luckily mum's salon is right across the road and Mel (who works for mum) has a set of keys so she runs over and grabs a towel and bucket. We could NOT for the life of us get her to sit up. Holly is on one end, I'm on the other, trying not to hurt her but she's whining and crying and half yelling at me to stop it. stop what? trying to move her, i guess. But too bad, we have to move her. 10 minutes later, much heaving and pushing, I'm almost in tears but we kind of get her up in a sitting position. God, drunken people are so heavy and impossible to move. I feel so horrible for her, I hate seeing my sister, who's usually so in control and doesn't show much emotion/weakness, crying and passing out and dry wretching.

Holly and Cindy get in the front and i'm in the back with her. She gags a little over the bucket, lucky its there, and falls asleep on my hand that was trying to hold her up and get her hair out of her face. She is muttering utter jibberish. Something about wanting me to sleep in her bed with her, i think she thought i was someone else. She had no idea what was going on. Finally we're home, and its another struggle to get her OUT of the car, but finally she's up and its easy enough to get her to her bed where she falls over and passes out. She's obviously less sick now, and is kinda making a bit more sense. I put a towel under her and the bucket near her and she's responding to things I say. i start making silly noises at her (these silly noises we both make at each other) and she starts making them back at me, kinda half gives me the finger, I piss myself laughing at her and she kinda laughs back before passing out completely. The other two went back into town but nothing like a drunk sibling to really fucking sober you up and I'm really not in the mood to go out. So here I am, helping myself to some of Nony's wine- which she seemed to have drunk half a bottle of, so she was obviously a bit pissy BEFORE the tequilla- out the back at mum's again. I can hear the ocean, and a wind has picked up again that's actually pretty cold. Summer is over, and winter is on its way. FUCK i hate the cold.

So enough about my poor drunken sister- how about my hair? I have to say its looking pretty fucking awesome. Mum and Mel did a fucking amazing job. I wanted to go back to a bright, outrageous colour,while still keeping it dark for the most part. Nony suggested a big chunky, solid block of colour, almost like a head band- going from ear to ear at the front. So we chose orange, bleach the crap out of the front then put this bright colour in. Its shorter again too, around the front and top so its easy to spike up. Its the astro boy hair style, as mum would so, sticking up in a spikey bit at the front, off to the side a bit. Its pretty darn hot I think, and I love it. Mind you, I dont think my mum has ever given me a bad cut- a couple of times its taken me a while to get used to it, but i've never disliked her work. my mum rocks!