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Saturday 30 June will go down in history as the day Michelle got her breasts out in Bar Censsa.

Having done my second ever open at work in the morning (I actually made it to work at like 5:50am, go me) I went to pick up my keys for the house in the evening and help Michelle move some stuff. Afterwards I headed home to sort some stuff before going back to town to meet Michelle as well as some friends from work.

We ended up at Sports Cafe for a few hours followed by hitting Bar Censsa where we spent the rest of the night. It was a pretty good night, it’s free entry all night and the music is along similar lines to most places. Plus it’s not the busiest place so you get served at the bar at a decent speed.

It’s been a long week. I was on the close at work last Friday. And Saturday. Sunday. Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. And last night. 7 closes in a row no less. I like to think that’s pretty hardcore. It’s lagging a bit behind the store record but now too far behind anyone who is still currently working there. So over the last week I’ve done somewhere in the region of 70 hours worth of shifts.

It’s all good though because I have today off. I mean sure, it’s 2pm now and I’ve only just got up because I didn’t get to bed until 6am this morning and sure, I need to be in bed by 9pm tonight because I start work at 6am tomorrow morning so only have 7 hours of my day off to actually enjoy but other than that it’s all good.

Ah the joys of Big Rigs: Over the Road Racing.

But bad grammer aside, Owen has anounced that in fact our group, Parrot, achieved the highest mark in SE24. Factoring in every part of the group project we proved our ability to work as the best team, functioning as one unit working to maximum efficency.

Of course it didn’t work like that in the real world. Safa did way more coding than anyone else having the most commits (followed by George, Raby, myself and Sumara) and the largest commits (followed by myself, Raby, George and Sumara). We were never really working together on the code – I started it off before Easter then had Rationalist Week to deal with at which point Safa and George started coding while Raby need the UML and Sumara just did nothing. Go team.

Still, I’ll take it as a victory in a time of year that is causing an insane amount of stress, Plus it shows it may actually be giving News a read once in a while.

Guess how many hours I’m scheduled next week.

45.15.

45! 5 closes, Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. That doesn’t include my breaks and that is presuming we are out at 2am. We haven’t been out before 2am in a while now, especially on weekends where before 3 is a goos time. So it will probably be looking to be more like 50 when you take into account what time we will actually be getting out.

In terms of who has the most hours I’ve beaten everyone in the store but one – Joby works 6 opens a week. I’ve beaten all the other staff though including all the managers. But then, who needs sleep anyway?

After the fun of Fruity on Friday, Saturday saw the long anticipated arrival of Wendy House. Well, you’re all rubbish because there was only myself, Michelle, John and Si there (for pre-drinks, I’m not trying to start a rumour that Si came to Wendy. Or am I? :p). I’ve missed Wendy, and the good old days.

Sort it out people!

Just moved the next load of my stuff home and now have my desktop set up at home. I’m running somewhat of a wierd setup compared to normal as I’ve got my desktop sat on top of my desk (literally on the desk top) rather than underneith to reduce the amount of cables that need to come round the front of my desk (as it’s a fitted corner desk) – this way it’s just the network cable that runs from downstairs. I’ve also got my subwoofer on the desk to try to stop it vibrating straight through the floorboards and annoying anyone sat in the lounge below me.

I like to think I have my priorities right though. There is only a thin snaking path through my room with piles of boxes covering the entire floor and my bed is an even bigger pile which if you look at it from the top you cannot see any bed at all. But my computer is on, so all is well!

Damn.

Saturday saw the long awaited garden party hosted by Kieran/Matt/Kat/Heather. Having had a power cut on Friday night I was way behind with backing up my laptop (which has now gone back) so I wasn’t able to get there until 5 by which point the party was in full swing.

It turned out to be a really good night, we ended up staying until 1:30 in the morning (and some stayed longer) with good food, food music (of course as some was suggested by yours truely :D) and of course, great company. Congratulations on a well thrown party guys.

The last two Fruity’s of the year being free we decided to head down last night for a cheap night. It started off with drinks at Michelle’s before heading down at 11. They had the DJ on the stage in Stylus, interesting choice given that it wasn’t exactly going to be a busy night though it probably made the dance floor a bit busier and they wouldn’t have been that pushed for space. You could actually move and everything.

It actually amuses me (and saddens me at the same time) that there were still so many more people there than there would be at Wendy even though this is an exclusively student night and all the students have gone home.

We got dragged out at 1:30 to go find Graham who was lying in the middle of the road having lost his glasses. Turns out he was actually lying on the grass and already had a plan – to just kip down there for the night so didn’t actually need our help but it was too late by then :p. Sarann is now his all time hero for finding them. Kat had also had her phone stolen (technically it was robbed) which was a bit of a downer.

We headed back to Michelle’s at which point she cooked an impressive array of good food for post-clubbing consumption which was much appreciated. Let it never be said that Fruity isn’t an eventful night out.

I think I might be tipsy. I still appear to be able to write coherantly (ha, I guess I’ll find out when I read this tomorrow) and I seemed unaffected on the walk home though I’m getting that kind of delayed feeling type thing where everything seems to take a little longer to reach the brain.

It’s been a while since I hit Bondi and so having got exams out of the way it was time to pay another visit. Which worked out quite well with Rachael’s current visit to see Michelle. We hit Bourbon at 8 and then after stopping off at The D (at which Claire ate some food, mu ha, even if it was only 2 chunky fries) we hit Bondi and danced the night away. Well, for a bit, we left at like 2.

All in all the day made a bit of a recovery after this morning’s not so great start. I either slept through my alarm or turned it off in my sleep or something because I woke up at 1:03, having been supposed to start work at 1. My mum kindly gave me a lift so that I could make it in for 1:30 though.

It’s been quite a long weekend as we didn’t get out until 4am on Saturday and then 3am on Sunday. Indeed, we were still outside on Saturday when the openers turned up.

I also want to briefly discuss Bondi’s sound system. They seem to have plenty of speakers although their bass is disappointing. It sounds kind of over driven and while seems to handle the higher frequency of bass well, and the very low frequency that makes the floor shake, the low audible level seems fairly non-existant. I’m not sure whether this is just the quality of the audio they are using though as it all seems to come through a computer so they may just be playing MP3s as some songs sounded better than others. It was also interesting that they seemed to have floor monitors mounted to the ceiling.

As for the lighting rigs, they had two rigs of mainly par lamps which just had a coloured filter and turned on and off as well as one or two moving heads on one of them. They also had two rigs of scanners one of which had a large but disappointing strobe light on as far as I could tell. They also had two normal lights just shining onto disco balls. The point is, I recon we can match this system next year ;).