Lydia & Julz Go Large Week 30

Week Update 30

In celebration of Julia's birthday, we hosted the Holy Grail of Beer Pong Championships. Many are under the preconceived notion that this is just a drinking game, fool you not, it's a true sport of champions- an original American pastime verging on global domination as we spread the love of beer pong throughout our travels, we can finally call ourselves sports enthusiasts. Step One of Beer Pong is choose a team mate to battle it out to beer pong supremacy, our league was made up of 10 girls, so we had to have a few practice plays to decipher the weakest links in the room- we're not competitive at all! For the novices in the room that were mortified when their ping pong got slapped across the table by their opponents after the first bounce, this championship game was their beer pong 101. I will take this opportunity to apologise for slapping the ball into Carley's face though, I am normally a good sport with the minor fault of expressing too much passion on the field. Being apart of an elite beer pong league, there is always disputes that need to be settled. Over a '"miscommunication" of the rules of rebuttal, I become quite passionate about the game and accidently swiped my wine glass as I was graciously yelling, "This is bullshit!" which flew all over Lexi (the referee). If there is one person you don't want to be throwing wine on, it's the referee- an apparent red card offence.

We had a group of girls around for pre-drinks in conjunction with the championship where Julia was most spoilt with two of our friend's making her a chocolate birthday cake.

Erin came around with her infamous fireball which tastes like cinnamon whisky, this girl isn't recognisable without a bottle of fireball in her hand, as the last time we were all together she shoved my little Ted's head in the fireball bottle. Erin came bearing gifts of a fluro vest to spruce up Julia's party outfit which coupled with the glow paint picasso on her face, she was a stunner. I told the glow paint artist that I was her canvas which she took as an opportunity to paint half my body, I woke up with fluro swirls on my chest.

The bar was lined up at one point with shots that were lit up with fire, this was the bearer of a few blistered lips on our part and a scar on Julia's arm as she leant over the flames. It wouldn't be Julia's birthday without a war wound, reminiscent of the meat pie scar on her 16th birthday.

 

It was our cue to leave when our eyes just didn't seem to want to stay open by themselves, so we kept them half open thinking it looked exotically sexy. You know it's time to call it a night when your friends hugs start resembling wresting take-down moves.

We're now in recovery mode from Julia's two day birthday bender!

Happy 23rd Birthday Julzie!

Love

Lydia and Julia x