It was 7.30pm, I thought it was about midnight.

I don't want to sit around here doing nothing all night.

About 8.30pm, I called up my mate (who was in the US recently), he said that all the liquor licenses are only valid until 10pm tonight, he went into a pub earlier this afternoon, and they told him they were shutting then, and everyone else would be too.

Damn it. Maybe I should go out, get more grog, and come back home.

My mate said he would check with the local club, and get back to me. He rang me back a few minutes later, they were open until 2am. Good enough for me, he said he was going down there. I told him to SMS me when the taxi gets there.

A couple of hours later, I got an SMS to say they were going.

I got on the bike, rode down there.

I wandered around, found them. I grabbed a drink, we sat and chatted for a bit.

They closed the area we were sitting in, about 11pm. We moved into a different area, found seats.

They were playing some reasonable music, we just sat and drank and laughed for ages. I was having a good time, I can't remember the last time I was down there and enjoyed it.

I had quite a few drinks, it wasn't doing anything though, I was just feeling a bit crook from all the cheap cola they were serving, as the mixer.

My mate saw his ex girlfriend, she came over some time later. After some conversation I couldn't hear (it was very loud in there), everyone slowly disappeared.

I saw them all dancing, so I moved in, and had a bit of a dance.

Danced for a while, got a bit hot (was wearing my bike jacket) so I dumped that, kept dancing.

Ended up dancing pretty much until they shut it all down just before 2am. I hadn't had a drink since before midnight, and dancing for 2 hours straight pretty much was good exercise, so I was fine at the end of it.

I rode home. Just before getting home, as I was waiting to turn a corner, some guy started waving at me. What does he want, it's not like I can take him anywhere.

He wanted some directions, he was from Adelaide, was lost, and no one would help him. He was looking for the Gosford Motor Inn, I told him how to get there, he didn't seem to think I was telling him the right thing, so I had to tell him a couple of times.

Eventually, he thanked me for helping him, went on his way, towards the Inn, and I kept going, and came home.

I'm, not really tired now, surprisingly, after all that exercise, I just have gut ache from the cola. And my foot hurts, I'll probably get a blister, boots are not good for dancing.