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Liftage?

I'm trying to organise a lift of some sort to the party this evening.

I'm at work and it will only take me about 15 minutes to walk to the party, but the snack food I have made for the party is sitting at home, and I really don't want to waste time heading back home via tram first and then tramming it back down to this end of Brunswick. What I would really like is a lift from the party back home and then back to the party again. Other option is a lift from home if I make my own way there.

Anyone able to help?

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teknohippi
Jan. 23rd, 2008 03:23 am (UTC)
Should be able to help - I am about to head over and will have to come home to change and shower
Also Adam will be heading off at some point as he is working...we may organise some car maneuvering
halloranelder
Jan. 23rd, 2008 04:57 am (UTC)
Thanks. I'll head to the party and we can work out something there.
paradigmshifty
Jan. 23rd, 2008 03:33 am (UTC)
I can swing by if needs be.
halloranelder
Jan. 23rd, 2008 04:57 am (UTC)
Thanks. I'll head to the party and we can work out something there.
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