Gone now. It's that part in the hot Melbourne evening where the office gradually grinds to a halt. From what I can gather from mates, I was tipsy before the party started and well and truly gone within the hour. Furthermore, I stayed around until about four or five, during which time I may or may not have tried unsuccessfully to chat other women up, been kicked in the gut by my girlfriend, and almost drowned in a bowl of punch. I have no idea how I got back to my flat, but I have a pretty good idea of why I woke up on the couch and my girlfriend wound up taking the bed. I'm pretty sure she'll be waiting for me with a sledgehammer when I get back home.
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