Monday, 19 April 1999 Dear S, Weekend. Friday night, left work drinks at 6:30, walked home to get ready for housemate Eddie’s birthday dinner at Kake di Hatti’s in Brunswick. Cabbed there, very nearly got run over crossing the road to the bottle shop. Beer, wine, ouzo au go go. Sit at the table, we were the first lot there. I sit next to Caleb’s girlfriend … Continue reading I woke up just on the cusp of a hangover.