Block party

I’m starfished , looking up at the ceiling fan. WTF happened ? I had the weirdest dream of vomiting seaweed into the toilet , Nah , can’t be .

We’ve been invited to a block party , a tradition that’s been going on for a few years . Leroy’s buddy Nate’s dad Billy has invited us . After 2 weeks of galavanting across the West Coast , constantly drinking , sleeping poorly and having a great time with Aussie mates I’m in need of some down time , but not just yet . We’ve got another social weekend to navigate . Sometimes you just know that it’s gonna be big ……. and when the uber drops us off ( only 2ks from home , but far enough when you’ve got a an armful of grog ) I’m taken aback by what lays before us.

Holy shit , this isn’t an Australian version of a street party , this is an American version , and it’s fucken serious . This is the stuff that I appreciate about this place . To have an event like this in our home town of Mornington in a private street would surely get shut down by police or at the very least we’d have multiple visits and a warning to end it early . Over here there’s a better balance with police tolerance to public drinking and general minor things that as an adult we deserve extra leeway .

The Block Party of all block party’s . It was pumping , a dead end street filled with a couple of hundred people . There was a mechanical shark with kids on its back being thrown off into a large blow up house, a DJ pumping out the beats , a taco stall with staff cooking up Mexican treats , a bar with a dude mixing up an assortment of drinks and a tournament schedule where everyone signed up for cornhole . Geezus , here we go Howie control yourself …. I didn’t . It wasn’t long before I ditched the beer and hit the mixed drinks . Sailor Jerry’s , margaritas , vodka and tonics you name it I was on it . …… I don’t remember getting home .

Fuck , what happened . I’m vagued out thinking about some of the weirdest dreams , spread eagled on the bed . Emma’s not here . I eventually get down to the lounge room where Emma greets me ..”How ya going drunkard “. “Ahhhh, not bad “, I reply sheepishly . “You were a nuisance last night . You wouldn’t leave , you held up the uber . Do you remember Megan slapping your face ( only playfully ) and what about when you chucked up in the toilet , I had to sleep in Leroy’s room ?” Ohh , dear . It wasn’t a dream , I was throwing up seaweed whilst driving the porcelain steering wheel or that’s what it looked like . Fuck it ,I’m giving up alcohol , at least until next weekend . That’s what I call a block party