You, Me and Andrew Gee!

An old fashion work function, good stomping ground, gratis on the firewater, but let's add alittle seasoning to this banquet.

For instance Hickey, your now 'Stem, who's procreator invented a B grade version of grip ball and you actually think this is something of a chick magnet.'

'Fish, your now Lacy Gee.. Andrew Gee's cousin, who tailgates him around so much some think your actually hankering for more than the odd family Bbq.'
It was all going so well, the photographer was suddenly hooked in tagging along to take pictures of us hanging with Lacy Gee... that was until Mr Gee himself decided to make an appearance.

Arriving just in time to do a native tongue chalk talk and giveaway some prizes, I was about to visit slumberland for the local siesta until a juiced Stem came to life and began to holler the words ' Lock it Up ' to Mr Gee... and the 200 or so people. It certainly worked, Gee's speech got stuck in gridlock as he bartered words with Stem, which sorry mate, you came off second best in. Nice work though, I had a good time with that one. ' Lock it Up.'

Lacy was instantaneously pulled away to have a Kodak moment with her cousin Gee, abit of a kooky family reunion considering she's a piece of family stock he never met before... The merrymaking w

as laid bare and it was time to fess up, Gee was all smiles and even agreed to still get a family photo. 'Good bloke?'

I was beginning to change my head set on him...that was until he told 'Lock it Up boy' and crew to get out of the shot, there was only enough room for him and Lacy.... tell you what though, those melted cheese balls, fucken rocking!...

You know who else rocked, this old crazy wig wearing French dude @ Coogee.

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Nauseous, hot flushes, head spins, can't eat... either I am pregnant or it's post grand final weekend!

Up for alittle lawn social, abit of coffee klatch, a soiree, a shindig... a hullaboloo... ok I think I made that one up. We all have a bender or two, but I appreciate the fact the boys accept the palpability we just might not make it back out functioning from this particular fiesta. You go, we go!

'97's' last minute try brought about 'the barley pop shower'.. D-train, acknowledge I said suds not bourbon. New carpet followed the week later.

'99'.. Does anyone remember it? I still envisage the dragons won..."Oh look he's holding his breath.. oh wait, no that's right...drunk people can't swim, shit he's drowning!"

'02' saw Wood Park leafless au-nateral sprints, also who did my belt up? Briggsy? - that could have easily been a discomforting death...

'03' was the disappearing act of the century, great stratagem boys!...Sorry but it's un-Australian to have a wedding on GF day!

'04' Concluded with the grandstand being burnt down...We have fire!...Timmo enjoyed dressing up as a girl alittle too much. Jabber, mate, you looked like a mistress on riods, you scared me!

'05' Our team won...I can say no more about this night! I said no more!

It's no secret this day comes with it's fair share of mortification. It's unwritten law to now allow for a day of suffering to follow. I am not a religious customer, yet seem to always find myself petitioning to the man upstairs to give me a one way ticket...

It's two days on and doing the rounds I don't know how many have said "I am never doing that again! I'm taking a break!" It's another post GF tradition.. Dave has even taken up Detox. Yeah, yeah, you all sound like my man Bradshaw with his after school specials. Alright, ' night mate', I'll still see you all next year, well played!

I enjoy when Mrs Hutcho gave us cheese and crackers when we watched the footy.

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