Ahh down go the beers and for tweed thos 6 smifnof double blacks, no this is not the typical lonely night, but the night of fleas party, something we had all been looking forward too all week, frantically looking for a place to stay or that one person to buy the underage liqour, but were getting ahead of ourself her right, ill just start with the morning of so as i woke on saturday morning i had a lovely text from tahlin, saying lets do midland and opshoping, sure i said lets make a day of it so up i got getting ready for the exciting day and night to come. so i meet jay, tahlin and josh for a spot of shopping then back to mine to start the real party.
come 6 oclock the beer caps and smirnof lids where flying here there and anywhere. and those cranky little beats where tuned up to the max. 7 oclock flew around the corner and brett made his way over for the trek to fleas party. unruley street drinking accompanied us along the way like a warm blanket around our tender bodies. around the corner lied fleas house, those big gates raping our eyes. went down my last smirnof and i stumbled to the gate and was meet by an intimidating security concord that awaited. our names were ticked and in we went, the night was full of slippin and sliding, and burning of hair, a trampoiline was broken by yours truely and the night was yarned by all. kudos to fiona for throwing a smashing party, happy birthday girly.



