How was your weekend?

Mine had been awesome so far. Since I got my marks back, my mum is no longer on my back about how I want to spend the rest of my life.

Since I wasn't the only who got her marks back, my msn was full of uber-excited university students looking for someone to party with. Michael was online.

It's about freaking time, he typed.

I've been waiting for people to get online. I want to go to Surfers, he added.

Like me, the lowest mark he received was a distinction. Since I promised myself I didn't want to go clubbing anymore, I was a bit hesitant to go out.

Come on, Nikki. It's legit. You don't have to drink or anything. All you have to do is come with us. We won't even ask you to be DD [designated driver].

So yeah, I agreed. I wanted to go out but I wasn't gona get drunk.

Great, I'll give Jono a call. Twenty minutes later, Michael told me Jono was coming.

Since Tama went to Sydney to see Mark [well, he had an interview tomorrow he just needed a place to stay so he went to Mark for accommodation], we needed more people to go out with.

This couple, Frode and Michele were already drunk when we got to their apartment in Surfers.

Let's go to Shooters, she shouted.

Alrighty then. I don't think they'll let you in, but whatever, I thought.

I was right, she was so smashed the bouncer didn't even bother looking at her licence. She was outta there. Even before she got in.

Since Frode looked like a baby out of his crib, he didn't bother walking Michele home. We lost him inside shooters and Michael and I were left walking Michele back to their apartment.

Two hours later, we fought our way through the crowd at Shooters and found Frode and Jono drinking shots after shots of te quila. Michael tried catching up and I was left waiting for a miracle. Something that would save me from the boredom that was settling in.

At one o'clock, I saw J making her way towards me. Since I was practically the only sober one in the club, I didn't hesitate to run towards the bar and buy Coronas for me and J. Once the boys saw me and J drinking, the alcohol was no longer a problem. The three boys were buying us drinks left and right until I said no. At one time, they wouldn't take no for an answer. Michael, who vowed not to drink for another month chucked that vow out the window and drank.

So five university students making an asses out of themselves at Shooters. With three students having something to celebrate for and two just tagging along - because Jono failed and so did J.

It was a good night.