New Years Eve

Going back a bit now-

I had arranged to meet with some friends at the Sydney Street citycat terminal at 7ish. While I was waiting I had a nice surprise call from Petra who had just gone back to Austria and in the process of waiting she managed to catch her old old housemates Ingrid and Bronwyn. We headed over to a friend of a friend's place (Will who lives nearish to me, who works for Don who is an old college mate of mine) and drank, and danced, and played quite a lot of frisbee. It was a great night and I had so much to drink and mixed so many potent drinks together that I passed out at 3am. woops. I woke up and left at about 5am in the morning I think. The party got shut down at 6 in the morning by cops who responded to a complaint that my friends were "talking too loud". Needless to say, they weren't happy being there and it was quite a sight too. Will went to greet them outside, but stumbled upon someone passed out in the garden and almost did a faceplant. So much for a good impression. :)

Sadly, this party was so damned good that it started me drinking again. Usually I don't drink too much, because I had been training for martial arts fairly hard for the past 6 months and was entertaining the pipe-dream of entering an amateur MMA fight near the end of this year. I can't legally go around beating people up on the weekend, and the law tends to frown on m.artists who do this and cracks down hard on them so what else is left.. security (no thanks) and competition(yeah sweet!). Sadly, my school moved really far away from me, and I went from training 2-3 times a week to training once every 2-3 weeks. Then I rolled my left ankle fucking badly and destabilised the whole joint. FUCK.
So, back to the drawing board.. More body weight exercises at home until I have completely recovered I guess. Oh yeah, I should drink a lot less and skip a lot more. bah.