I love sorting out my shit before a big rock n roll weekend!
As soon as the ferrets are in bed I kiss the wife goodnight thank her for the gaping hole she’s about to fall into due to my absence then mozy on down to the Garage, crack a beer, spark up my first skinny winny woo woo and immediately start to forget the flawless plan I’ve had running through my head all day.
And so begins the race against the clock before my memory completely escapes me and all that’s left is a one eyed rock slave humming a million dollar riff into a voice note he’ll never listen to again.
All of a sudden Ozzie’s out the front in his Subaru which is more of a station wagon and we’re tearing up the highway at 5:30am.
Intense discussions about time and parking flow freely throughout the cabin.
We make it with 40 minutes to kill . Quick joke about how it’s probably too early for beer then swooosh aeroplane mode.
As soon as we arrive we stock up on beer , ice and no water. Jump in Jay and Chicko’s van then dive into a mouthful of drugs’n dust .
Vaughan and Ali arrive about 6 hours later with the trailer home thingy and we have no fucking idea how to put it up . Luckily a bossy girl turned up and cracked the whip “ hey beer drinking guy. Grab that poll! Vest man pull ya finger out.” What a legend. We saw her 2 days later and she had lost her voice so we renamed her “ Girl without Voice”
Then we partied for 3 days straight and I forgot to give Dumb Punts their Childe sunglasses. 🤘🏽