How did I think it was going to end? Cradling that 700ml bottle of Bacardi throughout the boat ride, it pretty much HAD to end as it did.

I open my eyes for a second, then clutch my neck [it kills] and close them again. I open them again, and I see towels. Lots and lots of towels. Marvellous.

I stumble out of the room, make it to some kind of service elevator, press 'G', walk through a kitchen with some surprised looking chefs, see an emergency exit with a warning that the door is alarmed, proceed to open it, and walk out into The Rocks, with the sound of the alarm adding some ring to the already large amount of ring in my head. Then I turn around, look up, and see that I was in the Park Hyatt.

I then, ONLY then [stupid stupid] check to see whether I have my wallet, etc, and to my surprise, I find an additional credit card slotted in; Jen's [as in, our Partner]. *PSY HARD*. I think I tried calling Rita to see what the hell had happened, but the useless woman didn't pick up, so I wandered into Level 2, 225 George Street, got my bag, and got in a cab. Why did I just switch tenses in the middle of that? Hmmm. Oh, by the way, it's around 5am when I get into the cab.

Even as we stood on the dock/platform, everyone noticed the suitably rocky nature of the seas, especially Cerry [yay, she made it back], and then we were off and away, boating around Sydney Harbour. It took a little while to get used to, and I do remember Apurva's magical moment; soy sauce + rocky boat + 3 people wearing white = phail. And then, drink drink drink is all I remember, until a moment when there were lots of shocked faces with the very low level that the Bacardi bottle was at. I think it was confiscated, but the damage had well and truly been done, and I probably managed to sneak that last bit of it into me anyway.

One other highlight was the impromptu karaoke on the boat. There was a mic that the captain of the boat was using to deliver instructions, information, etc, and it was just lying there for a while, so during the time we docked halfway through the ride, I took it and started testing the volume, and possibly belted out a note or two, before I was rudely interrupted by said captain [I think will call him Captain Haddock], saying I can't sing when it's docked close to houses. I completely forgot about it after this point, but someone, maybe Alex, got it up and running when we did get moving again, and I reckon my voice sounded even better than usual, with the acoustics of the sea.

The boat ride ended, and so did my recollection of the night. For some reason, I went with Jen and Vishy to the Park Hyatt for drinks, instead of going to Cruise Bar with everyone else. We had a few drinks, even a shot found its way in I think, and then, yep, blank.

I still feel like I'm on that god damned boat, with this whole room rocking back and forth. Whoa, that rhymed!