Can you believe it's already December? It's that busy time of year again where everyone is trying to get things done before the holidays arrive, and at the same time the summer social calendar is bursting at the seams.

My wife and I recently enjoyed an end-of-year Christmas party that was themed '70s Disco. We wound back the clock to the golden years and hustled on down to the venue off Chapel Street, where we were greeted by trays of Cosmopolitans. Before long, I was devouring the prawn cocktails offered by waitresses in afros. The DJ spun the disco gems all night long as we danced the balmy night away in our sparkling original '70s lurex attire.

Some said we looked like Sonny and Cher, but it was probably more '70s porn star and his foxy lady than anything. We kicked on with friends to another bar after the party, but were refused service. They said we had enough alcohol in us already, but I just think they had something against my moustache! The following day, my wife was feeling worse than me for a change.
 

The guys from Juke Kartel came over last weekend and we filled our bellies with great food and drink. As my son played his new Guitar Hero 3 game he got for his birthday a week earlier, the challenge was thrown down to Toby and Todd to have a go. They struggled at first but soon started to get the hang of it, before handing the guitar over to my son. He set it on expert level and chose a Dragonforce song. Shredding like a madman, he scored like 80% and even managed a long 'look away' during some soloing, while we all cheered him on in disbelief.

Toby Rand about to get his ass kicked at Guitar Hero by my son

We then rolled on to The Espy to see a killer set from Electric Mary with support from Hell City Glamours. It was a packed house of rock music lovers, with a full spectrum of musicians in attendance (everything from Rose Tattoo to Australian Idol's Lee Harding.)

When the show came to a close with Toby finishing off the last song, my wife and I went outside for a moment. As we walked back up the stairs to re-enter The Espy, a couple of bouncers crashed into us as they ejected a guy. We skidded down at least six steps, with one arm around my wife's waist and the other hooked over a railing as I tried to stop our fall. Once we came to our feet with grazed shins through our jeans, I headed down to street level to voice my displeasure. The bouncers had let the ejectee go and once I let him know I was pissed off, he came at me and landed a solid blow on my jaw. I went towards him again when I was grabbed by Juke Kartel's security guy who got me out of there while they pinned the guy down. He later told me the guy was twice his size and would have snapped me in half. Probably right... I told him I'm a lover, not a fighter.

After another drink inside, we thought 10 hours of partying was probably enough so we got a taxi home with Toby and Nicky [Whelan, model and actress of Neighbours fame]. We went to Maccas on the way and Nicky convinced me to get a Big Mac as well, showing me how to eat it from the bottom up so the mayo doesn't drip. We were laughing because I had difficulty eating my burger since my jaw had swollen and I could only chew with my front teeth.

Stop laughing – you try eating a burger with only your front teeth working! haha

I'm off to Sydney for the rest of this week for business and some more Christmas parties. But I'll be back for my next DJ event at Cherry this Saturday night, when it's time to create some more good times and great memories. See you there pretties!