My friend's man cans

Man cans. The ultimate emasculating feature, kinda like the opposite to chest hair. For those of you who haven't seen the Solo ads on TV, here is what I mean:



So we were at Cottesloe beach last night and I challenged Jono to scale one of the limestone walls (the one behind Asher):



It was probably about 10cm above our own height. I climbed it and was waiting at the top for about two minutes for Jono. And in that time, two other people had offered him a lift up.

Poor Jonny, I hope he's got his can of Solo handy.

We took the longer route to Cottesloe so we could go through the city, just for something different. Jonny asked me to snap some photos and I tried my best, although apparently I was constantly missing great photo opportunities.



There was a warm breeze, making it a very comfortable night at the beach.



The bell that is costing tax payers hundreds of thousands of dollars to save from collapsing. It's pretty ugly. I reckon just let the thing fall and invest the money elsewhere!



At the end of the night, Jono suggested we go and get bubble tea. He just can't seem to shake the Asian-ness. We all had a good time. I'm falling more and more in love with weekends. There's nothing like a busy week at work and then relaxing with some mates.

Just chill.