Easter and the Res-Erection

So, there I am, looking forward to the four day weekend with excitement. Beer, fun, beer, fun, beer.......That is until I find out that most pubs are closed on Good Friday, because that's the day our Good Lord gave his life for our sins.

Do I look religious? Do I care that He died for my sins? Not bloody likely!

Now, don't get me wrong. I fully support the right for anyone and everyone to believe in what they feel or have faith in. That's their God given right. I look forward to Easter as much as the next Christian. But what I should mention is that I look forward to any day off work regardless of the religion that particular holiday belongs too.

When I rule the world, I will make all religious days holidays. I'll be able to get drunk at Easter, Hanukkah, Ramadan, Diwali....there will be no end to my drunkeness. Except of course for those days where I have to go to work, which at the moment stands at five days a week.

I reckon that when I rule the world I will be able to bring that down to about three days weeks.

All those in favour say 'aye'


A rainbow has something to do with Easter right? Well, here's a rainbow over the party in Bondi. God was smiling that day.

Anyhow, after a rather bad Good Friday, I descended on the locals with a vengeance only to realise I wasn't in the mood, so went home earlyish. After all, I had been invited to a friends for dinner on the Sunday "for nibbles and drinks" so didn't want to overdo it. I should mention at this point I turned down another invite to dinner on Sunday, because of the first invite.

Sunday morning, up early, shave, shower, preen and pluck for dinner as she has "some friends from Adelaide who I would like you to meet."

There I am in all my fabulous glory when the text came thru. "Sorry, gonna cancel"......then came the voicemail (cos I was too bloody pissed off to answer her call) Sorry Gaz, been on the piss all night, can barely stand etc etc etc" (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND YOU FINALLY GOT YOUR MENTION!)

I quickly text the 2nd invite and re-invited myself (whilst eating humble pie). Thankfully they allowed me into their throng, even though I now made the numbers up to 13!


A very very humble pie

Drinking, eating, games, Easter egg hunts (Which, by the way, we should have won! We were robbed!), dancing, music and finally the police calling and telling to go the hell home and stop this racket as neighbours have complained.


My, I have gained weight !

Face, bothered, face, bothered, bothered face, police, whatever, 2am?, drunk, face bothered. I AINT BOTHERED!

ZZZzzzzzzz

All names & faces have been removed to protect the guilty.