The grand, The Drink and Shooters

Club hopping is fun.

Celebrated Amber's twentieth on the weekend.

When you're drunk, I'm your eyes, she told me.

I hooked up with a guy at the Grand that she thought was ugly. I thought he was cute.

But hey, friends are out for your best interest so I obliged.

Again, didn't come home til seven in the morning.

Slept for two hours. I woke up and went to the toilet. That's one of the bummers of going out and drinking - you go to the loo quite a lot.

Nikki, hurry the fuck up. Open the door, Amber yelled out.

I was drifting off to sleep in the toilet when she banged on the door.

I got up and open the door.

Fuck man, it's 8:47 I'm meant to be at work at 8:30, she said.

I looked at her. Crazy woman, I thought to myself.

Amber, you do realise that it's Saturday, I said.

Oh, well, I'm going back to bed then, she replied. Walked off and went back to sleep.

If I wasn't feeling sick, I would've laughed out loud. But I felt sick so I decided against it.

Saturday was awesome.

Amber was pretty drunk and I was well, drunk with her.

I swear, going out with her is so much it's not even believable.

We met with a few people but we ended up staying at the club til five in the morning - just us two.

As always, we hooked up.

You're my strength, I'm your eyes, she repeated.

I help her take her mind off her ex. And well, she tells me if the guy I'm hooking up with is hot or not.

Yes, I am her strength. When she saw her ex at the Drink, she almost fainted. It's hard bumping into someone you hooked up with or dated for a while.

Brought back to the moment when I ran into one of my hook ups at the servo - my heart stopped and I made an ass out of myself. 'Nuff said.

Anyway, she had six shots of cowboy shots and endless number of Jim Beam bottles. She knows how to party and she parties hard. Kudos to you, I'm enjoying being single, mate.

I love my friends. I really and truly do.