Universal Laws

There are several laws (well, general guidelines) that apply to everyone but people often forget about. Confused? Here's a few examples:

• A person may not break the Bro Code or the Girl Code.
• A person may not pass on non-comical chain letters.
• Every person must see Anchor Man and Zoolander. How I Met Your Mother is also preferable.
• Procrastination.
• A person may never feature the joggers/jeans combo.
• A person must abide by the Rules of Shotgun.
• Frangipani Stickers on cars, the UNIVERSE says NO.
• Rats Tails are not attractive.
• Kevin Rudd should not try to be a 'Typical Aussie'.

There are thousands of these Universal Laws built into (most) peoples' social etiquette and more that are being laid down everyday as idiots continue to create and do stupid things (Chk Chk Boom Girl? Chk Chk No.). There are also thousands related to the consumption of alcohol and one's mobile phone - here are a few thoughts/guidelines regarding this phenomenon.

• Despite popular belief, drunk texting/calling is not necessarily a mistake. It is perfectly acceptable to drunk text/call friends (they must actually be friends, not 'friends' as you may actually reveal something you don't really want them to know, e.g. your burning hate for them) with little pieces of gossip, for general banter, or even a little bit of singing while your on the dance floor and your 'jam' comes on. 
• It is not, however, acceptable to drunken text/call ex's, possible love interests, possible love interests of friends (Bro/Girl Code), reveal friends secrets, YOUR PARENTS etc, etc, etc. 
• Also, as a general law (friends, this is your time to shine), in a situation where there is drinking, a person should NEVER be in possession of their phone if:
• They are in a bad mood/are seething/brooding. The cause of said feelings will be abused via technological means which are likely to be regrettable when the sender comes back to reality some time afterwards.
• They are exceptionally opinionated about a certain person and are likely to share said feelings with everyone that will listen (if you have a big enough posse and it's reasonably appropriate, such as standing up for a friend, feel free to hate on whoever you like). 
• They, for some reason, are feeling particularly moral and feel the need to make others aware of peoples unfaithful actions. Note: this will end badly for all involved. If it's not you, it's not your news to reveal, especially when drunk. Best friends can be an exception, but please, tread carefully. 
• They have recently broken up with a lover/are considering breaking up with a lover/considering revealing feelings for a possible lover. Revealing either of the latter news via a drunken text message leaves no one feeling good and generally makes this exceptionally awkward. 

Basically, if a friend is in any way BROKEN (not themselves), it is your responsibility to screen their phone usage. The best way to do this is just take their phone because it means you can also drink up and not worry about forgetting...

Another theory, dancing while drinking makes everything better if you get into it.

Adios Amigos

Winging It [We came, we saw and THEN we left]

Since turning 18 and finishing school, I've discovered that I am far less restricted by curfews, "Where are you going? Who else is going? How are you getting there/home?", and the painful "No. It's a school night". Ultimately, this allows me to leave the house with only an initial destination in mind, 'Wining It', so to speak, (little to no planning required here), instead of devising some elaborate scheme before even considering an outfit (for some people, this can take hours in itself). This new 'No Plans' philosophy has led to enjoy many a great night (occasionally it spills over into the next day as well, but this is not a problem) where I haven't had to worry about leaving before it's over and missing out on any fun. I've decided to apply said philosophy to my travels and, thus, have booked myself a one-way ticket to London, with a few vague ideas of action, but not even my first week is set in concrete. 


This idea is not new. It's older than the universe itself (some say it allowed for the universes creation). Despite a solid history, many folk are highly sceptical of 'Winging It's' success rate and snub it right off the bat. I suppose I can understand where they're coming from, but come on people, live a little. Not having a plan means that the plan can't fail, causing unbearable amounts of stress and disappointment (perhaps a slight exaggeration, there are some elements of truth, nonetheless). 


To successfully 'Wing It', one requires:

•  A dandy group of friends who don't mind sparing you a bit of floor space if necessary (keep in mind that to have dandy friends, you must also be a dandy friend). They also come in handy to split cab fares or make bus rides more enjoyable.
• An open mind.
• Money (buses, cabs, you know the drill).
• A phone to contact dandy friends/call in favours.

It might be slightly greedy to never want to miss out on any of the action, but that's irrelevant, it's far more fun (which ultimately provides greater ammunition for the stories and recounting that always occurs after an event/night out - e.g. "Suchandsuch was CARVING up the DF last night, you should have seen those MOVES!!! **Gives exaggerated demonstration** (yes, I totally have Dee in mind here)" , or often something more scandalous, but equally hilarious to relay to those who missed out. 

So please, I urge you hooligans to give it a go.

Disclaimer: By no means am I saying DON'T make plans ever. Plans can be very helpful, especially when trying to fit in huge amounts in a short period of time/you have to make a deadline. And clearly, if you can make a convenient and quick plan prior to leaving home, do it ("hey, can i just crash at your place tonight so I don't have to trek it home?"). Just don't make awkward/slightly inconvenient plans that are likely to just restrict a good time. Also, don't let not having a plan stop you from going in the first place.

Those shenanigans certainly weren't planned.

5 Minutes of Peace [from Freedom & Immaturity]

Finally, after what has been roughly 3 weeks of non-stop activities, I have 5 minutes to myself. Small sigh of relief (Recovery is looking like a long road that I haven't had time to set off down...). It's really been quite the few weeks - I went up the coast with friends to let loose; was finally allowed into the big kids playground after celebrating my birthday up there; got home and celebrated several other friends coming of ages/going away parties/general Christmas parties; St Nicholas dropped by with some goodies; more partying; and then finally welcoming in the new year last night. It has been a drunken haze, to say the least, but spending the last few weeks with friends and family has been nothing short of spectacular. 

A quick rehash of the important details:
- King of Beers
- Balderdash
- "I love Cuddly Bear, he's the cuddliest cuddly around", "Riverside Motherfucker".
- Singing every word that comes out of your mouth which later just merged to English accents.
- "Lip Sick Suck", Mexican Night, the painted Sombrero with little chickens on it (I'm guessing it was some small child's get-up from an Easter Hat Parade).
- We have successfully stolen Elle back from Germany
- We have lost Jessie and Alex to England.
- Shark Bar Tuesday and the "3am bus" that never was.
- Body painting
- And finally, the Epic NYE with almost everyone at the Trikoulis manner (fireworks are overrated).


Which brings us to now and my 5 minutes of peace before returning to the dance floor tomorrow night...

Please disregard the poor quality of my writing...Since finishing school I don't like to think too hard.