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"Got an illusion ... I wanted to say there's somethin' wrong here"

With a week as epic as the last the bar was set high for the follow up week ...

So in true trashbag style I managed to surpass last week so much so that recollection, to say the very least, is hazy ... that being said my accounts from that fateful evening are based mostly on heresay ...

This fateful night will be imminently titled *Tequila Sunrise*

Every story should start with a lead up to events ... here goes ...

July 9th ... The Fash are performing tonight - their last night of residency at the Annandale ... I am running late as I had to work ... the last 2 gigs they went on at 10.40pm so I had plenty of time ... although I double check *just in case* only to find out I had half an hour less than expected ...

megwanderer had arrived and I still wasn't dressed ... no time for a cab ... parking impossible ... megwanderer a *safe* driver ... DUI imminent ... I flew there so much so we had time to spare ... and prearrangement for someone to drive the car back (after persistent begging) ...

We arrive, with friends waiting inside and out ... we make it in time with the choice of ... cigarette ... beers ... meet and greets ... we go for option B grab some beers and work our way to *our spot* ... front right. Tonight is packed out.

The Fash come on at 10.15ish ... as usual they perform an unforgettably brilliant live show ... Justin & always a gentleman Rod make us feel welcome during their performance ... the forever welcoming Hobbzee rocks out on drums ... many thanks to Thom - who did what he does best ... it couldn't get any better :) ... Might I add *exotica* *force of habit* *down or down* blow me away!

After the show ... tipsy *check* ... we drink some more then go B/S ... we drink *Lovell's* ... we say hi ... the dynamic was a little different ...

Outside *the trio* are, drunkenly, deciding on our next destination ... an unmarked vehicle pulls up inviting us to Paradise City ... unsure of the sincerity of our invitation we decline and opt for maccas ... then *nice couple* get a phone call from said vehicle's passengers with another invitation ... we accept and jump in a cab; bubbling with anticipation & excitement as we near our destination, and honoured hosts ...

We arrive at Paradise City and see many familiar faces ... the vibe was awesome ...

Our host was very accommodating and shouted us tequila shots ... The term *keep 'em coming* would be apt to say the least ... as the tequila flowed from what seemed a never ending supply.

So from about my 3rd shot my night ends with a *fill in the blanks*

*This is now heresay of the events* I was toasted ... lying on the pool tables ... being extra *friendly* to our hosts, being *extra extra* friendly to my friend's lap ... last time I was seen was lying/passed out in the stairwell with someone equally as gone *end of heresay*

*Enter 'reality' stage left* ... I wake up uncomfortable, cold, naked, sore, and alone ... my surroundings being a trashed room ... Where the fuck am I? ... Eventually, after expressing pure disgust of the filth I was surrounded by, I realise i'm home ... My room is trashed ... My memories NIL ... I am bruised, battered, have a black eye, a roaring hangover, and had no cigarettes within reach ... I go to grab my mobile ... my bag is missing ... Shit, i'm fretting, i've lost everything!! ... I call John-Doe to tell him of my misfortune ... He tells me that Spectrum have called him, my bag was handed in with nothing missing "everything is there, her wallet, mobile and her *makeup bag*" ... Lucky is all I can say (knowing damn well I didn't take out any make-up) ... I call them and was told the same ... I start cleaning up ... the cupboard/bedhead is kicked over ... my jeans are torn by something that they were caught on - I have a wound to match ...

So this is my total recollection of my *big night out* ...

I message around to find out anything that would help me piece the mystery together ... this is everything:

Two thirds of the trio left at 2.30am
Jax last saw me on the stairwell when he left not long after them
I had no money to get home so that isn't clear
I had no keys - I was let in when it "was still dark"
I yelled in pain as i "smacked my head on the fucking cupboard when I went to lie down"
The crashing sound following this being my *giving the cupboard what it deserved* lol Who fights with a cupboard ... honestly ...

So the trip home, the torn jeans are still a mystery ... and will most likely remain that way.

I'm told it was a wicked night ... everyone had fun, including me ...

I'm told ... it was a *night to remember* :)