(Juice): Dude come down to Bondi, we're here with beers in hand
(Zander): It's 11am.
(Juice): Well come over when you can, it's a gorgeous day
(Juice): Are you on your way?
(Juice): I'm hanging out with awesome Irish people
(Zander): That's not good.
(Juice): They're brilliant...are you almost here?
* * * * * * * * * * NEXT DAY * * * * * * * * * *
(Zander): Hey dude, how was the rest of your night? Are you still alive?
(Juice): Oh my god. What a night. The bar kept telling us to be quiet because people were complaining about all the Irish people singing. Then [redacted] was running to the bathroom because she was feeling sick but she didn't make it and threw up next to a family eating dinner. We were all kicked out. Kept partying at another bar though.