Let's see, NYE 04. What a fuck up.

I was up until 5am this morning, rescuing data from the 60gb disk in one of my pcs, with a bunch of stuff on it I need.

I got up again about 11.30am, rescued more data. I had a shower, got dressed, and went and got some McShit to eat because I was starved.

I called up my mates to find out what was going on tonight. We're going to one of our mate's places, jumping in his car, and heading down to my mate's ex gf's place near the city.

It was now 2pm, I went out to the shops to find a tacky shirt to go with my green suit.

I saw my mate in Target, chatted to him for a while, went through a few shops, eventually found a shirt, and bought it.

I saw another mate working on of the phone stands, so I chatted to him for a while.

I went back and saw my mate in Target again, chatted a bit more, then I took off and went home.

I sat around for a bit, got my stuff ready, called up my mate. I organised to ride to his place, park up there (he's right near the train station), get changed, jump in his car, and go from there.

I left, went and got more McShit on the way to his place, got there, ate it, he turned up (had been out) We both got ready, he called a couple of people, and organised for us to get picked up from his place.

I brought some drinks, so we sat and had a couple while we waited.

My mate was supposed to be there to pick one of us up (since we won't all fit in the other car) shortly.

Over an hour later (now after 7pm) the other car turned up, we all packed in to my mate's Celica, (really more of a 2 seater than a 5 seater) and we took off, now spewing about the other's not turning up.

They'd said "yeah, we'll pick someone up", and then they'd taken off, and said "pick the both of them up". Terrific, we all don't fit.

We went to McDonalds again, I didn't get anything, we couldn't find the middle seat belt when we took off, so we had a look when we got to McDonalds, turns out it's not a 5 seater it's only a 4 seater, and there is no belt in the middle. Great, we can't go like this, in case we get pulled over, with this double demerits rubbish.

No one else could drive because we'd all been drinking, and my mate driving can't drive a manual.

We went back to his place, and swapped into my other mate's car, a 5 seater automatic, and we took off again.

It's now after 8pm.

My mate's gf got an ipod for Christmas, and an itrip, so we sat in the back and played with that, it was ok, probably the best part of the whole night in retrospect.

I drank a few more cans in the car on the way down.

My mate wasn't sure of where we were supposed to be going, and went the wrong way, and we got lost.

We eventually found our way to my mate's ex gf's place outside of the city. It was now almost 10pm.

We headed in, "here's some mail" she tells me, and gives me three letters (they get sent to her place in qld, since it's where my license/rego are, since rego/insurance is cheaper).

Ah, great, a letter saying that part payment of fines can't be accepted (when I accidently put the wrong ofence code in when I paid online), another letter with the refund of the amount I paid (a cheque, great, now I have to go to the bank to deposit it to get my money back), and the third is a reminder of the fine needing to be paid, by the 22nd of December.

(I tried to pay it online this morning, but it tells me that I've already paid it. I suppose I'll have to pay it at the post office or something instead).

I had a beer, and then we decided to go around to the bus stop to get a bus into the city.

It was late, we got into the city.

My mate had been telling me about the Gaellic Club at Surry Hills, they're having a 60s/70s night, I wanted to go there.

We got off the bus, and we all started heading up the street. We're not going to get in anywhere.

It's now after 11pm.

Some chick came up and asked for directions to the "Space" nightclub. I've never heard of it. My mate start's giving her directions "go down there, left, then right", she then looks at me, so I told her the same thing, she asked how far down, I said just past the Burger King sign, she says thanks and takes off down there.

My mate and I look at each other, and both say "I've never heard of it". LOL.

It's like what Homer once said "I'm such a nice person, I gave someone directions, even though I didn't know they way".

We kept going, my mate going on about going to the Gaellic Club, I said we'd go to the first pub, find that we can't get in there, and then we'll take off.

We got to the first pub, St Patricks, and we were able to get in there, $10 covercharge.

We grabbed drinks and sat down.

There was hardly anyone in here, and not much going on.

I had a few more drinks.

It got towards midnight, no one was keeping track of it, I was watching the tv in there, and they did the countdown and the fireworks started. Couldn't hear it of course, just see it.

About 30 seconds later they stopped the music, and sid happy new year.

Why did we bother coming down here, I could have watched the fireworks on tv at home.

I had a couple more drinks, and then wanted to go down to the Gaellic Club. It took me about 10 minutes to convince my mate to go down there, we came out, and decided it was futile. The street was a sea of people, the cars weren't going anywhere, so we're not going to get a taxi down there.

We went back inside, had more drinks.

I went across the road a bit later, and bought a couple of cigars, and went back. We smoked them, they were cheap and nasty. I started to feel sick not long after.

I went out again, got some water across the road, and had a chocolate bar while I got some fresh air.

I went back in, felt sick again.

The music was now really crap, I said I was going home, and left just before 3am.

I walked down to Central station, got there, relieved myself, came out, checked the board, the train goes at 3.17, it's now 3.18. There was a line at the ticket machine, and I only had a $50 note. It can't give me enough change.

I looked, the train was there, I was about to go for it, and it left. Great.

I went back to the board, the next train is at 4.50am. An hour and a half away.

I've nothing to do, so I wandered back to the pub again. It took me nearly 20 minutes to get back, so I figure it's almost 2 kilometres.

When I got back, some of my mates had come outside. I went over, they were trying to work out what to do.

We stood there for a few minutes, I said the next train was now about an hour away.

We eventually started heading back to the station.

On the way back we went into McDonalds, I was feeling too seedy to eat anything. They got their food and we kept going.

We got a couple of minutes down the road, and some people started punching on. We got away from that as quick as possible.

The cops went running in, and shut it down.

One of my mate's had piss bolted across the road, my other mate and I had just gone back up the street a bit, so we started back down again.

We walked right past it, there were 4 cops in there, one cop was holding a chick that was out of control, he eventually had to slam her against the wall to control her, 2 other cops were on top of a guy on the ground, one of the cops with his knee on the back of the guy's head, as they handcuffed him.

The other cop was just holding someone else back.

We kept going, got back to the station. There was now a massive line for the ticket machines, I still don't have small enough notes, and the train goes in less than 10 minutes. Bugger getting a ticket then.

I checked my wallet, I had a couple of old tickets in there, so I just held one while I walked through the open ticket gates, since there were train guards standing near them.

We got on the train, found seats. The train left a few minutes later. There were no ticket inspectors on the train last year, and everyone's asleep anyway, and I doubt they have tickets. A ticket inspector would get lynched.

About halfway home the sun started coming up. We got to Gosford station just before 7am, we staggered up the stairs.

No one had tickets, everyone was climbing over the gate, and the ticket gates, idiots, you just push the barriers open.

The gates made a weird grinding noise when you did that, which my mate found hilarious, and was unable to speak for laughing for several minutes.

We got back to his place, about 2 minutes later my mate's car turned up, the others we gave up waiting for had gone back, got in his car, and driven home, and ended up only a few minutes later, so after all that, we could have come back in the car.

I got changed, and rode home. It was now just after 7am.

I sat around for a while, drinking some water, I eventually went to bed just before 8am.

I got back up at about 2.30pm.

I still feel seedy, and I can still smell the nasty cigar. I'm sure I said this last year, I don't think I'll bother with cigars again.