Another weekend, another public holiday, they seem to have been coming around quite quickly recently. This time, was Labour day - my first ever in Australia. No particular themes or traditions seem to have gone hand in hand with this one but it was most welcome given then heavy days preceding it.
Friday night, our old friend Emily was back in town from Cairns, and so a catch up session at the Royal in Randwick kicked things off. Having been avoiding alcoholic consumption on the most part, I bailed early fearing I'd had enough already.Saturday was the Aussie Rules football Grand Final. Given that we'd just got a new BBQ for our back yard, we hosted a get together of friends to watch Geelong take on Port Adelaide - a match which Geelong thrashed Port by about a hundred points. I'd lost interest by the end of the 1st quarter and instead went on to grill vast quantities of meat.
The drinking stretched from 1pm, to the early evening when we disbanded from the party and headed on to another. Which then meant the beverage consuming was stretched further still... until, about 4am.
So with about 5hours sleep, it was time to get up and head to Todds for pre-festival drinks. Shakier than an altzeimers sufferer on a sugar low, I put a red-bull in my belly and marched onward to the showgrounds in front of the local cricket and football stadia. By 1 o clock, I had been re-aquainted with my old friend 'Beer'. He made me feel better and I was happy to hang around with him for the rest of the afternoon.The problem with my mate Beer, is that he made me dance, scream & shout all afternoon. He made me feel so tired, yet he has this way of instilling motivation in even the most tired of legs. So After I'd shifted shapes in front of the headlining Shapeshifter, I was happy to leave Beers side, and head home for a long, long sleep. And then play Halo 3 for the entirety of my public holiday. Perfecto.
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