Every now and the the planets align and you have a weekend schedule that consists solely of drunken debauchery. Saturday just gone was one of those, involving two movie themed events.

First up was the sequel to the fridge to fridge held earlier this year, this time called 'A Fridge Too Far' - with the theme of 'South of the border'.

By far the best thing about themed events is the variations on the theme. We had everything from Victorian footy players to Nacho Libre and Mexican gardeners/maids. I had only found out about the event that morning, so a t-shirt with 'I (heart) the DMZ' scrawled on it had to suffice (having just returned from S.Korea it seemed quite timely).

The first of the events for the day was a traditional Pinata smashing. Those hoping for edible treats were sorely disappointed as my last swing emptied the horse of sex toys and red chillies!

Then soon enough it was time for us to own the roads on the way to the next venue.

Almost immediately we were ordered to consume Tequila, lemon and salt - one of those mixtures that almost immediately make me feel nauseous, too much tequila as a teenager maybe! 

Following this appetiser was the nacho eating competition. Memories of last event came flooding back, only last time it was cream pies. The idea of the game was to divide into four teams and consume the nachos using no hands. Luckily most of us have free medical in case of communicable disease.....

Back on the road to the next stop, the smallest balcony in the world!! Drug running was the name of the game as we conducted relays through the hallways packing bags of mysterious white powder. We left before the drug squad arrived and headed  Southside to the grass bowl on the lake.

More hilarity ensued as we ran relays across the bowl scoffing bowls of chilli and sculling Corona. In more reasonable circumstances the chilli would have been very enjoyable, however, being force fed before sprinting 50 metres and sculling Corona didn't leave much time to enjoy.

Some unexpected entertainment came in the form of countless bogan wedding processions queuing up for package photos in the nation's capital. Every now and then a 'Stand Off' would occur, so much for a unique and special day, especially when 30 costumed drunks decide to crash your little celebration!!

It was getting late in the evening so I had to forgo the last stop and head home to get changed for the next event - Rum Luck - this time themed with a 50's summer cruise ship dress code.

White linen and summer dresses abounded, along with much gin and a very well stocked cocktail bar.

Such a great and contrasting way to end the day, what a great day.