Day 5 - Bec and Akashy!

So I guess today technically started halfway through the Geelomg binge but I'll go from when I got off the bus at Southern Cross at 7am, still very drunk/convulsing from poison/shivering from kidneys being raped/tired. 7-11 order: Sausage Roll (gone in 3 seconds) Rehab nutrient water (the purple one. It's awesome) Herald Sun (to seem more casual and not smashed off my face. wtf it seemed like a good plan at the time) I returned to Hotel Discovery at about 7:30, bathed, changed, checked out (had to do this by 10 am), struggled with 30kg bag slung over shoulder (sports bag) to meet Bec at Flinders St Station (other side of Elizabeth St, took 30 minutes of Kokoda-style walking). Staggered with crap for another 10 minutes to meet Akashy at about 11. Had redbull and powerade for breakfast (lmaOooo). Dumped Shit and got ready to shop/hangout all day. Places we visited included: Smokedreams, Peril Underground, Minotaur, Planet 13, Scary Dance record shop where Bec stole a Grafton Primary poster, Shibuna, Dangerfield, Emily the Strangeyplace, Krispy Kreme, Sushi, Kikki-k, lolly shop, Hype DC, Off Ya Tree (Akashy got her helix pierced =D), Dangerfield (second one), Flinders Lane CD shop and yeah. Then dumped crap again and had a slight booze/MASSIVE GOSS/BITCH. Then we went to Bec's and Akashy and I officially made the pilgrimage to the most sacred site of No Doubt greatness (her bedroom is amazing). Holy Shit. We took pictures of us there to prove we were inside such a holy shrine. Then we hung out really tiredly (it was like 3am and I hadn't slept more than 2-3 hours since just after The Living End). Then Daylight Saving raped us of another hour and we needed to head to the airport. I fucking missed my plane anyway because the shuttle bus was a fag and the check in line was 3985432865 miles long. My bag was so fucking bloated in the end. It was like 30+ kilograms when I weighed it in (I think the limit is 32 and I was under that. Score) IN A SPORTS BAG, SLUNG OVER MY SHOULDER. My back is raped for life. Sorry this last one was written like a 2 year old. Clearly the lack of sleep/too much alcohol/too much walking/fucking heavy bag/too many activities crammed into such litte time finally got to my brain.