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Merry Christmas Fiji!

Posted by Wilson in booze, christmas on December 25, 2008

Image source: www.fijitimes.com.fj
A merry christmas to you all, huge xmas lunches, more boxes of booze, family gatherings, safe driving (!), police checkpoints, packed nightclubs, hard to get taxis, long line of shopping, jacked prices, xmas overdosage through the media, well-wishers abound, excited kids underneath the christmas tree, wrapped presents and unwrapped rubbish, eggnog for the traditionalists, christmas cake for the sweet tooth amongst us, mistakes made at the office party, dodging drunkards, bringing out the tunes on the neighbourhood guitar, hugging long-time-no-see overseas relatives, warming up the lovo pit, the whole lot :)
Also, merry christmas John McCain and welcome back to Fiji. For like, the 12th time. O_o

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A new month, a new banner, a new name!

Posted by Wilson in bloggers, booze, internet on December 4, 2008

Image source: www.thehappyguy.com

Tis the season to be jolly, full of folly and all things lovo-fied. With one more month left in the year before we hit the reboot button, and with me still in the mood for updating the site, I’ve changed the banner once again. And with the banner change, there’s also a slightly v2.0 alteration to the name of the blog.
Behold I present you with: Paradise Fiji Blog: Abort, Retry Fail?

The slight name change was to be more descriptive to first time visitors, so that coupled with the introductory paragraph at the top, would give them a quick idea of what we’re all about.

A few of you return readers may recognise the cartoon characters drawn on the banner. It was done for the blog around the same time last year by the ever talented Mr Awesome Cake. Mr Awesome Cake was gracious enough to grace us with another original party like its the end of the year drawing. Since good times and clinking cartons are around the corner (or already present for some of you lucky people), this would be a perfect time to get into the festive swing of things.

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An Anatomy of a Scene: Boozing At Home Part 1

Posted by Wilson in anatomy, booze, house party, lifestyle on July 15, 2007

image source: http://eecue.com Dave Bullock (eecue)
You’re going to drink this weekend.

And the appropriate plans are made.

You and your friends pool resources to get the lovely box(s)of beer, badgered a buddy to give up his house (and possibly its last few moments of tranquility), arranged for some male/female companionship and hope they bring their friends, cooked some lovely chaser (food to ‘chase’ away the taste of the beer after the 50th round) in the form of spicy chicken curry, ensured that the glorified bottle opener a.k.a. the kitchen knife isn’t missing, chain the dog, brought out the mats, ensured that the neighbours are cool with the ensuring noise pollution, made a mental note of who can drink and can’t (but says they can), hidden the glass tea table, brought out the rags in case….you get the picture :)

And then you get down to drinking.

But is it really that simple? Do people in Fiji really just get together and have a good time, and thats that?

As this blog has showed in the past, nothing is what it seems here in deepest darkest Fiji…

Venue: Your best mate/classmate/workmate/kai/cousin’s house.

Day: Friday night. Because “Saturday night + Sunday hangover = no salvation”…

Contents: A few cartons of beer, the number depending on whether it was pay week and who actually contributed. Hot stuff is a luxury. Chaser in the form of mango skin, potato chips and oreos. Yes. Oreos. If a few of you smoke weed then well and good. Just make sure to lock the doors in-case one of them goes on the “wow i’m totally flat!” trips again.


Company: The smaller the crowd, the more intimate the friendship circle. Usually its just you and a few mates, choosing to drown your sorrows the cheaper way. If the circle gets any bigger via additional girls/guys, then its time to forgo the water cooler stories and bring out the wit and charm ;)

The Scene Breakdown

6:32pm: Meet up with the rest of the guys to pool money for the beer. Usually the guy with the car gets the beer. If no one has a car, then the group breaks into two. The first group goes and gets the beer. The second group gets the snacks and makes their way to the house first.

8:00pm: You’re the last guy to arrive at the house. Hey, a fashionably late entrance is better then not coming in at all, no? Of course, arriving late also means having to catch up with the alcohol intake, so usually that means a full cup for you. No excuses.

“Woooo who is this falla who want to come late like this huh? This not your father’s house aye?!”

(motions the taki master for a full cup)

“Mai mai come inside, this full cup for you so that you don’t come late again eh? Totolo mada boci!”

8:30pm: The beer is starting to flow nice and easy. Conversation has picked up, and the beer runs quick….or not so, depending on how great the ‘taki’ master* is. Everyone has settled down into the groove, and getting to know the new guests is helped with alcohol. After all, its true what they say: with beer, EVERYONE is your bestest best friend ;)

“Bula bro, James.”

“Io bula, Alvin.”

“Set. You working with Adriel?”

“Yeah us gang same company. The falla said he wanted to drink this weekend so me, Adriel and John put in for one box.”

9:02pm: This is when the guitarist in the circle starts to look/ask around for an outlet of his artistic/showoff potential. General rule of thumb is if you’re boozing at a grog dope’s house, there will always be a guitar nearby. When the guitar is found, both the songs and the singer come to play. Of course, it would help if popular songs were chosen, so as to fulfill the rest of the group’s drunken desire to join in ;)

Faces have been blurred out because the alcohol was starting to take effect…

“Welcome to the Hotel California!”

Note: Of course, in the case if neither guitar or guitarist are present, there’s always the radio.

9:20pm: The quick and often toilet breaks begin.

10:15pm: By this time the first box should be over and done with, and the alcohol has began its nifty work on everyone’s sense of humour. Jokes and laughs are aplenty, and the first stage of ‘lose lips’ makes itself known.

“So who was banging Maciu? Juliet or Nina?”

“Both! Hahahahaha-”

(Realizes that that may have been one word too many)

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“I mean…I bluuuffff!”

10:30pm: Guys who have targeted a potential lay have started laying the foundations and are already in formation, ready at a moment’s notice to swoop in for the kill.

“Here here just one more round eh? Don’t worry myself too sa drunk saraga!”

10:40pm: People are now subsequently drunk enough to either:

(a) Hit the clubs
(b) Hit another box or two

If (a) then usually everyone ups and leaves, with only the hardcore/too-old-for-clubbing choosing to remain behind and have a bowl of grog. Don’t worry, they’ll be back after 1am when the clubs close, albit more drunk and less controlled.

If (b) then money is pooled once again, transport is sought after, and a box of beer (or two, depending on the looseness of the wallets) is attained. And then we’re guaranteed to continue ;)

End of Part 1

Coming up in Part 2: When beer and bravado go hand in hand…generally the hand suffers…

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