Hmm, this would probably be over im with responses from the other person thrown in. My half of the conversation would be sort of like this:
Hey, whats up? Wanna go to the movies tonight? I’m gonna go see Decapitator…it looks pretty cool. Really gory. We should go by pub first, so we can eat before the movie and check out the hottie who works there. After the movie we should go down to Water street and hook up w/Daryl and Lee for drinks. You know how that’s gonna go, so I hope you’re ready. All right, well I’m gonna swing by the liquor store for a six pack. I’ll be at your apt by 5. Cya then.
Hey, ‘ow’s it goin’? Listen, I’m’nna go catch the 5:30 of Decapitators tonight, y’all wanna come? Faces gettin’ ripped off an’ shit. It’s on at the Village Drafthouse, but if you wanna go for Suzy’s or Fuddrucker’s or something beforehand we can do that. Get the redhead outta bed and meet me – oh yeah, Sid’n them are gonna meet us down on Sixth after, if you wanna go. Later!
I say, Bradley, old chap, would you like several beers at Sutto’s (called Slutto’s by the locals)? Well, Saturday, if you’re free. No, in the afternoon. Your boys will be at junior lifeguard training, so you’ll be free. Mate, there are breathalysers everywhere around Woodville Rd and the Hume Highway (a set of traffic lights there mounted on a gantry is called “the Meccano Set”), so leave your pick-up at your grandmother’s house, and you can stay at my place, or we can go to the Mt Pritchard Community Club for a draft beer first… no, even if you’re drinking something non-alcoholic, your pick-up has expired tags. And it’s long weekend demerit points (high road casualties on three day weekends prompted authorities to double licensing demerits for traffic violations on those days). I won’t get drunk because I had to take sick leave from work last time I did that. I’ll put twenty dollars in the slot machines, but no more. The international cricket will be live on the screens in the sports bar too.
Just to add to that, these days the cops just carry small, electronic, hand-held breathalyser units in all police cars. About twenty-five years ago, when random breath testing was introduced, the equipment was bulkier, and the police bought old buses, which the public dubbed “booze buses”. We still call breathalysers that, although these days it’s just a police car or two. The ones bars provide to take drunk patrons home are “courtesy buses”.
Heya, babe, wanna go to da movies? The Decapitators is on. Hoyt’s says 6:30. I think it might be all messy, with much blowy-upedness. Think we’ll run up King Street for a bite first, then go up the movie, then maybe hit the Townie for a pub crawl with the guys. You workin’, or I gotta start myself and meetcha? Oh…ok, yer not workin’, that’s fab, will get a bottle on my way home. Cheers!
You do still see “booze buses” though (moreso in Victoria). These are modern minibuses, not 1960s hand-me-downs from the local transit authority. The reason is that the handheld devices have enough legal standing to detain a driver, but they don’t hold up in court. Drivers who blow positive are usually taken to a police station for processing on a finely calibrated machine which has greater legal standing. For most workaday RBT traps, this will suffice. Sometimes though, when they do a huge blitz, there will be a bus which has the larger machine in it, and is effectively a roadside police station where the driver can be processed. So you do see 'em.
