Fat Freddys Drop are a Roots/Reggae/Dub group from the greatest city, in the greatest country in the world, they have two albums ‘Live At The Matterhorn’ and ‘Based On A True Story’ If your into some chill out dub / like skanking check out ‘Wandering Eye, Flash Back and Cays Crays’
Last night, Well, Yesterday through to last night, panned out something like this, Benny, Sleaze, Grant and Jeff Return from the races, and start drinking,
Jeff and Grant go to get more beer, Steve and his Father return from the races, Steves has won big, and has curry…
Steve drags me down to the supermarket, and procedes to get a trolly, and fill it up with beer, chewing gum and bags of chips, when we get back the backyard is just full of people…
We decide it’ll be a good idea to head down to Fat Freddys Drop, playing at the main stage at the end of our street, but it is fucken packed!
Socailite Wellingtonians kick arse, So we head to Ra’s place, just above the pharmacy, upstairs and out the windows… I never knew those overhang things could hold so much weight, in anycase we had everyone out there, and probibly the best veiw of fat freddys (other then the bastards on the resine rooftop, right above fat freddys drop)
The gig was amazing, they finished up with wandering eye (their hit at the moment) leading onto a cover of sweet dreams (eurithmics) At one points the police stopped them playing and an announcment was made that they couldnt continue playing until everyone came down off the rooftops… we pretended to head down, but stayed up there anyways… they continued with the gig, and it was awesome.
Then we headed home again for a few more drinks, before heading around to Momo’s place, I really didnt want to be there, but thats where everyone else was going… Ange told me her swiss ball was going to be expensive to replace *eeek*
Then it was around to Bay street to see what all matty chang chang was up too, noone turned up to his place, so he said n party and ended up at the pub, I just happend to walk into our new resident Matt Paris on that street, and we Decided to go to the pub for a quick beer, He had just spent several hours on some expensive launch cruising around the harbour.. lucky punk… Anyways I somehow dropped about half a pint on the ground, by this point I guess I was drunk.
We got home to find everyone from Anges had come to our place, Music was cranking, More drinking was done… And then I passed out… Bloody good night, no complaints here…
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