Hey you guys. 

I think I've pickled my innards with alcohol. 

We had a super chilled day yesterday. The weather was pretty crap, so we used that as our excuse to stay inside. First day it's rained since we've been here! Not bad going! I took full advantage of the free coffee and Wi-Fi. Mo hung out watching rap battles, whilst I wrote the blog. Such a lad! 

So after writing the blog, Moses and I decided to face time with the Cogger Clan. Was weird, but funny. Me and Hannah just pissed about pulling faces at each other for 90% of it. We're thinking of incorporating 'Ring Of Fire' (drinking game) into our next face time session. That would mean us getting hammered half way through the day... Sod it! We're on holiday. Ben, get the sauce in. 

So, half way through face timing, giving the guys a tour around our hostel, one of the hostel workers invited us to a party. Free booze, free food, free entertainment... Karaoke. This is an event they set up for every Wednesday. They pick you up in a shuttle bus, take you to the
  sister hostel (which is in the middle of Hollywood) and off you go to mingle! 

We signed up for it. 

To our surprise, Moses still had some Jim Beam left over from the night before. Be rude to not let old Jimmy get involved! We set ourselves up a little pre-drinking session. Our Jim to Coke ratios were slightly bias towards good old Jim... Hehe.

We may have missed the shuttle bus through doing this... So me, Mo and Joseppi (the Italian dude) made our own way there by getting the 217 bus together. 

ONCE THERE

We got involved with the booze... They had big bottles of Vodka, Whiskey, some cocktail mixers and beer. And for food... TACOS. Nice work!! 

Time for some entertainment. The deal was, the more people that volunteered to get up on stage... The more bottles of Vodka get cracked open. Seems fair. Moses gave me a sideways glance ... By this time, I had a menacing grin spread across my face. Hehe... More booze?! Took advantage of this... As they weren't ID-ing anyone. Depriving me from drinking alcohol for this long, is not good for me. I was on an alcoholic rampage mission. 

They had a couple of people approach the stage. Some weirdy beardy tore up a Johnny Cash song... Couple of girls got up and burned a hole through everyone's ears... 'Bump & Grind' has now been completely ruined for me... 
The man with the song list was close by... I could feel his presence. 

Moses turned to me... 

"You gunna get up and do it?"

"Yep... On one condition. If it's good... You buy me Gumbo."

I really did like the Gumbo. I would pretty much do anything for another bowl of that. It was a done deal. 
 
s***. (I thought) I best get another drink. 

I did, in fact get pretty hammered. I drank the nerves right out of me. So I was hyped for my little performance. 

"And next up, we have Heather!"

Up I go... Trit trot up to the stage. s***. There were actually quite a few people in front of me. I was dead honest with them... 

Quote Of The Day 

"Alright team. This is going to be f***ing tragic."

This is how you win free booze... 

 https://youtu.be/6L97kZTp47w
 
So, like I said... I really wanted that gumbo. Thought I'd step it up a notch, show these bozos a REAL performance. The beat kicks in... My body sways (drunkenly, in the wrong direction to where I wanted it to go...), but none the less, it worked. It added some extra sass to my gig. 

Then BAM! In comes Christina Coggulera "He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge...". Yep. You guessed it. Lady Marmalade, Hev Style. I can tell you now, I was a nipple tassel away from being the a budget burlesque dancer.

I had to make up for shrieking and my terrible knowledge of the lyrics. Those French words are hard to read, especially when you've got double vision on the go. 

If you wish to feel better about you and your life, I suggest you watch the youtube link above... Or, look at these adorable pictures I screenshotted... 
    
Parents. I'm sorry. My love for food has gone to far. I'm now slutting out for gumbo. I'll blame it on the crazy L.A lifestyle... And Vodka (chunder). 

I'm not entirely sure how the night ended after that. I do vaguely remember hugging the Italian chap's head on the bus ride home...

Moses seemed to think I was inspirational... Haha, sure, that's one word for it.

My mouth feels like dry pebble dash, and I feel like I've been smashed over the head with a crowbar. I'm gunna sit quietly now, and think about all the reasons why I should never drink again. 

Enjoy the pictures.