How do you get an Asian girl drunk? Pour her a shot!

Laivi had his long awaited birthday party on Saturday night. Once again, Avi and I were misinformed as to the starting time, except this time we actually arrived at six, which was, in retrospect, absolutely stupid. If I hadn't been a bundle of nerves from being hormonal and having SPIDERS JUMPING ON ME ALL DAY, maybe I'd have made the connection. That is the last time I'm cleaning out my wardrobe before the house gets fumigated, I tell you. Anyway. Laivi wasn't even there when we arrived, but he told us (via mobile) to hang out in his garage till he arrived. I stacked some more poker chips.

( And on the fifty second day there was booze )

Jess, Adam and I decided to share a cab, since we all lived in the Eastern Suburbs and had to be home before midnight, more or less. The taxi just completely and utterly failed to show up. So did the next one we called. Eventually Adam's mum picked us up. But not before some completely random bald guy showed up, dribbling a basketball very, very badly, upturned his beer bottle on Laivi's car, and handed us a phone.

It turned out he had been talking to a friend of his who knew Laivi, but we were very UM WTF for a while.

NOTE TO SELF: Don't drink and menstruate. The room started spinning after two glasses. Yeesh. I mean, I haven't drank for a while, but still, that's pathetic.