Friday poker and i lost as usual, first out so down to the beers and jamming on the guitar. Shariff the smarmy winner makes us all upset but the night is good and we sleep in time to get up the next morning for the annual National Beer Day at flabsys house in Penrith.

Hours late but right on time we set up in the living room, grab some beers and get started, all eight people watching us enjoy our set, im already mildly enebriated so get into it, finishing on an epic rendition of pablo's love song with me hanging off the roofs beams.

The rest of the day turns into drunken shennanigans, great bands indoors and the kids with the black shirts mosh like crazy as i jump in occassionally to add some rasta scat, old skool rachel shows up, she looks great, alive and healthy, we have a good talk, later on before she leaves i tell her that that i want to kiss her, we have a pash, it's nice, and i hope to see her again even if its just to hang out.