Oktober

It is that time again for HH's weekly wrap-up. Last night Biggles, Hagro and the Dij treked to what promised to be an unforgettable night filled with German beer, hot girls and rowdy rioters. It wasn't until I ordered what I thought was a German Beer that I realised my high expectations may fall short. But how short??? They gave me a Guinness...it was meant to be a German beer festival! I wasn't going to let a minor setback like that ruin my night. As I walked around to check out the scene I noticed there were a hell of a lot of nerds and not a heap of hot girls. And finally, as I made my way to the toilet I was greeted by two familiar faces, Spanner and Markus. OMG!!! This is when I knew I was in the wrong place.

I decided to drink my sorrow away with many daiquiris, and soon I was smashed like a turkey. Probably the highlight of my night was me and Big Les' intense dance off which drew quite a crowd. If only we had tea towels! For some reason I decided to head butt a wall, I still don't know why. Like most drunken nights I ended up on a roof, this time it was on the roof of the rec centre. I stayed up there for quite awhile, too afraid to get off and be confronted by the angry security personnel. Eventually I did jump off, luckily for me I decided to jump off the side which was only 3m high and not 15m like the other side. I also made a rash decision to walk to brother's house after my phone died and my usual lifeline (parents) seemed out of reach. Again I was chased by two men but luckily the fat fucks were unable to jump the fence and I made my way to safety.

Walk took a solid 70-80 minutes, I went stealth all the way even stole a bike from curb side collection..only problem was it had no chain. Gin and her mother rediculed me as I walked past their house however the joke's on them as they were probably raped as children.

In other news, AGM will be held sometime during November at the usual meeting ground Hidden Creek. Topics of discussion include Hidden Creek renovations, a restructuring of the Hills Hood hierarchy and also the annual HH draft (likely to be a ripper).

Today as I drove to uni, i retraced my steps from Friday night in my head. I think I may of walked through the women's prison across the road from uni and also those two angry men may of actually been security guards BUT still not sure!

Wedge is nigh; the first 5 places have been cemented which means there are only 3 more places left. Mr. X looks certain to lock down the 6th position sometime this week. X'ey can also choose between banyard's basement, the fridge, the roof, lodge's tray or Trav's closet (you seedy, seedy rat). That leaves two more places up for grabs, the ultimatum will be November the 15th for final numbers. Biggles is the first casualty to pull out of this years race, it just so happens that his departure to New Zealand coincides with the bi-annual wedge summit. Biggles' presence will be sincerely missed during the three/four day festival in the Hidden Sand Village, this departure opens up a door for anyone else who may wish to fill his spot.

For the first time ever I am actually going to pack before the morning of departure, by doing this I will be able to fill the gaps in my luggage with equipment which may be of use such as;

• Bouder Rock
• Glengarry medal
• More than two days worth of food
• Beer that actually tastes good after three days of drinking
• Tea towel
• The Hamburglar
  
• And also a mackeral or two

Trav suggested to me recently that we should try and swim to wedge by being dragged 24km's north by a strong current, I have yet to sit down and analyse the viability of this option. I am also pretty keen on breaking into people's shacks and being a general nuissance, I have a few shacks already in mind. Also I think we should start a huge bonfire, like drag a shack behind Hagro's bravo and burn it on the beach...I wanna do something Epic that will be discussed on Wedge's facebook group for years to come.

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