This week however, we didn't have a seminar and thus no organised drinks. "No worries!" some of us cried, "We'll just go to where the drinks are!" And so after cracking open a bottle of vodka in the Batcave, we staggered down to Bedford...which is where these photos come in.
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After Bedford, the more hardcore of us ambled down to Queensberry for even more drinking, this time spiced up with dancing and AFL preliminary finals.
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