Mood:
Today I blog with a heavy heart.
Last night I did something I'm not proud of...
With the best of intentions I waited at Rose Bay wharf for the boys - in a brand new, super fast, fitted with all the latest electronic GPS, maps and trimmings, boat full of beer and good cheer - to pick me up.
They pulled up to the wharf as the sun was setting, each with a cold beer in hand. I hopped on with my bottled water and oranges - straight into the viper's nest.
Getting to the fishing spot was OK, but I crumbled like an origami crane in the shower as soon as the anchor hit the bottom. The internal reasoning was that I would crumble at some point in the night, so why not do it now and get it over with?
The first beer took about an hour to go down but the others flowed pretty easily after that and we had an awesome night. Even ran into a mate of Tommo's who was tidying up his harbour cruise boat for the night so we jumped on board, had some more beers and listened to Bob Dylan at god volume.
But today the hangover and guilt have kicked in. Though it wasn't all a waste of time and effort - I feel that in getting pissed last night I actually took one for the team. I did it so you don't have to. Coz the moral of the story is: Even if you have a bloody good night fishing, drinking and tearing around the harbour (top speed 73kph), there is always the next morning to reckon with. So stay strong kids - you don't want to end up like me.
Posted by derrosondetox
at 5:36 PM EST
