When we got back from the Ekka on Saturday, our next door neighbours - George and Julie - invited us round for what we thought would be a couple of quiet beers. This was about 3pm. Little did we know, we'd end up getting absolutely arseholed and wouldn't end up leaving until midnight.

George's brother and family were over from New Zealand so they were having a little celebration.

I'm hoping to get some pics of the night from George's family because by the time the party really started to get wild I was too drunk to remember to take any photos. In fact, I haven't been that drunk in years. At one point I had to go to the bathroom and hang on to the walls trying my best not to fall over. I must have been in there about half an hour trying to sort myself out. I'm glad I did manage to sober myself up just enough to see out the rest of the evening because it turned into a really good night. I'm surprised we didn't get complaints from the rest of the complex though. Our complex is usually quiet but from about 9pm Saturday night were were all stood around the patio heater singing along to Stevie Wonder at the top of our voices!

While were were drinking and singing outside Lauren was having a ball with her new friends inside. When we left at midnight we had to drag her away - she was still up partying!

It's fair to say were were feeling a little rough on Sunday. We were supposed to go to a pub called the Pig 'n' Whistle in the city for 12pm on Sunday for a BBC meetup (Brisbane British Club), but we couldn't face it. It's a shame really, as the Pig 'n' Whistle serves Boddingtons so it would have been the first decent pint I could have had since arriving. Oh well, we'll just have to make sure we make it to the next one.