I woke up, not sure what time, thought about getting up, but ended up going back to sleep.

The landline started ringing and woke me up a bit later, it rang and rang. I got up and answered it.

It was my mate from last night, he wanted to know if I was up for going round to our other mates place for a jam session, I said it sounded ok.

He said he was ready, and would be leaving in a minute, I said I'd get ready, and see him when he got here.

I finished off the cereal, had a shower, got dressed, and starting reading my email, when my mate turned up.

I packed up the stuff, and then dragged the amp and guitar down, and chucked them in the car.

We went round to our mate's place, and I unloaded it all, dragged it inside, set it up.

My mate's guitar and amp were still in the loungeroom, setup from Sunday, so we both played guitar for a few minutes.

He decided he wanted something to eat, so he went to have a shower.

My other mate dragged the drum kit in, he's broken the foot pedal for the bass drum, he could probably get it welded, but not today.. Public holiday.

I had taken my ipod, and a cable for it, and my new amp has CD input on it, so I plugged it all in, and I put on "Urban Guerilla", that I'd downloaded.

I plugged the guitar in as well, and found that you can use both at the same time (pretty cool!) so I played bass along with it.

My mate came out from the shower, and we went out to go and get some food.

My mate who'd picked me up had parked in the driveway behind my other mate's car, which we usually go in, so we got in my other mate's car.

They wanted Red Rooster, I'm not a big fan of microwaved chicken, so I said I'd go to Hungry Jacks, or Burger King, or whatever it is near there (yeah yeah, it's microwaved too, but microwaved beef is better than microwaved chicken).

We drove round there, my mates went into Red Rooster, I went into Hungry Jacks.

I dragged all the loose change out of my pocket, bugger, only $5 something worth, not enough to buy the meal I want, it's $6 something.

I ordered, paid, great, more crappy loose change.

I made up my drink, and then my order was ready, I grabbed it, and went out.

I thought my mates were going to sit in Red Rooster, but they'd ordered take away too, and had just come out of Red Rooster, so that was good timing.

We piled back in the car, and went back to my mate's place again.

We sat and ate our food, chatted, then went back to playing the instruments.

I started playing the bass line from U2's Vertigo, and my mate started playing lead guitar, so then we decided to try to play that properly through.

We played it a couple of times, pretty rough, we kept losing place.

My mate went and got a microphone, and found a blank tape, and setup to tape us.

We played it again a couple of times.

When we listened to the playback, the stretched band in the tape recorder had made the tape run at the wrong speed, and the playback was slow, making it sound even worse.

I heard myself talking on the tape, I hadn't realised what a dumb voice I've got. Ugh.

The frequency response of the microphone is poor, it can hear the really low frequency bass, done on the E string, but you can't hear the stuff on the D string at all.

My mate asked if I had a tape recorder, I said I did, but had no idea where it was. I said I had a reel to reel recorder though :-) (I think only the left channel works on it, but we've only got one microphone anyway).

We played it another couple of times, then my mate decided that he wanted a couple of beers.

I went with him, we went and jumped in the car, and were going to go to the bottleshop nearby, but when we went past, it looked like it was gone.

We kept going, and went to another bottle shop.

I was just looking for some sort of vodka and citrus drink, that wasn't a chicks drink (bit of a contradiction in terms, I know, though you can get those "smirnoff black" things, which are vodka and citrus, but they hit me like a punch in the face).

Anyway, I was looking in the premixed spirits area, my mate came over, and said they had "Bluetongue beer" which apprently he'd seen on tv, getting lots of awards or something.

$19 for a six pack, it'll want to be good. I grabbed a 6 pack out of the fridge, and we went over and paid.

As we were going back to the car, my mate noticed it said ginger beer on in, hmm, I'm not a big fan of ginger beer, anyway.

We got back in the car, and went back to my mate's place, went in, I grabbed a couple of beers out, and put the rest in the fridge.

It was a fairly interesting beer, didn't taste very much like ginger beer at all.

We got back to playing, did Vertigo a few more times.

My mate who plays lead guitar decided to sing Vertigo, so we started the song again, and then when he started singing, I stopped playing bass, and he got the shits.

We did it again, and I kept playing that time.

We listened to that recording, it was pretty bad.

I got sick of Vertigo, my hand was sore from plucking the strings.

We stopped for a bit, listened to the bad quality recordings. Bugger, should have gone home and got a tape recorder.

We decided to play something else, I started doing the bass line from "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me", which we mucked around with a few minutes, my mate sang a bit.

We decided to play "Come Together" by The Beatles, but I haven't even looked at the tab for that.

My mate went in on the PC, and went about finding it.

He came out, said he had it, and I went in with the guitar, and practiced it. It's a ton easier than I thought. Just a lot of sliding.

I went back out, and we played that for ages, recorded it a couple of times, and it actually didn't sound too bad, the crappy tape recorder was the let down at that point, rather than poor playing.

My mate's phone rang, it was his Dad, he spoke to him for a minute, I just practiced the bass line, his Dad could hear it, but couldn't work out what it was.

He got off the phone, and then my phone rang. I answered it, it was my mate who does security at the hospital near where I used to work.

I went outside so I could hear him, spoke to him for a minute, he wanted me to go around to his place a bit later, I said that was fine, got off the phone, went back in.

We played another couple of times, getting better.

We talked about recordings, I said we should just build a pc to do it, with 4 sound cards in it, so we can have different channels, and mix the stuff properly.

I said I had a spare pc (3 actually, those stupid servers I built, that I still have to pay Dad for), I'd just get some sound cards at the fair on the weekend, and build a mixing box.

About 4.30pm, my mate started putting the drums away, then I played for a bit more, then he said he wanted to go, so I packed up, dragged all my stuff out, loaded up the car.

He dropped me off at home, and I unloaded all the stuff again, and dragged it up the stairs.

I grabbed my bike stuff, went down, jumped on my bike and took off, and went around to my mate's place.

I parked up, there was someone's car parked in the driveway, as well as his.

When I got up the front steps, my mate started talking to me out the window, then came anc opened the door.

I went in, we chatted for a bit, then he offered me a drink, I figured he meant coke or juice or something, but then he got out the bottle of Bundy Black, and cracked it open.

Gees it smelled nice, he poured a couple of glasses, neat, about 4 shots in each.

It was so smooth, I can't remember ever drinking a spirit that smooth before.

He wanted me to have a look at his computer, to see what could be upgraded on it.

We went in, I had a look, found the motherboard model, looked it up, and found what CPUs it supports.

We looked at a website with some prices on it, working out the rough prices we expect to see at the computer fair on the weekend.

We finished off the drinks, gees that was some good stuff. My mate said "smoke break", we went out, poured another couple of drinks, and we went outside while he had a smoke.

We had a chat for a while, he went inside and put a DVD on.

We sat outside and listened to it a bit, and chatted a bit more.

I said I probably wouldn't make it down to the party on Friday night, because I'd have to leave work, ride about 200km to get there, find somewhere to sleep, get up reasonably early Saturday morning, ride another 200km to get to Newcastle to go to the fair (or at least 100km to get home, and get in the car with my mate).

I went in to go to the loo, came back out, and he was sitting on the lounge, so I sat there and watched the DVD a bit, it was "A Perfect Circle", songs/videoclips.

My mate said he wanted a pizza, I was pretty hungry, so he rang up and we ordered, $30 something for 2 pizzas, garlic bread, and pepsi. gees.

I only had $40 left in my wallet, whatever.

We watched more of the DVD, and only about 1/2 hour later, the pizza guy turned up.

I paid, and we grabbed the pizzas.

To be funny, my mate offered the pizza guy a cone, he didn't have any, it was just to see what they guy would say, it's been a bit of a running gag apparently.

The pizza guy thought about it, and then he's like "oh, nah, I shouldn't" and he left.

We sat and ate the pizzas.

My mate had put the tv on, and "Liar, Liar" had just started. I hadn't seen it, since I hate Jim Carrey.

I sat and watched it anyway, and then it finished about 10.30pm.

I was feeling a bit rough, it's stinking hot, and I'm getting a headache.

I sat and chatted to my mate outside for a bit, and then I left just after 11pm.

I got home a few minutes later.

I had a drink of water, and was so thirsty, then I realised what it was.

After the couple of drinks last night, I hadn't had much water, then we were round playing the instruments, we were sweating, and I was drinking beer, then I went to my mates place, and drank all the Bundy, I was probably dehydrated, and spirits are probably not a good thing to rehydrate with.

I drank more water, sat on the computer for a bit, then I played the guitar a bit, and went to bed just after midnight.