12 Pubs of Christmas 2007Wow, to start my first Christmassy post with a huge cliché, time sure does fly. A year on from last years 12 pubs of Christmas pub crawl, the now annual event descended upon Sydney faster than I could fathom.
A few weeks prior, a few of the organizing committee went for a practice run of prospective pubs to be used on this years circuit. This was to avoid potential hazards such as opening hours, dress codes, heavy handed doormen and pubs that simply wouldn’t let a vast quantity of people in in one huge drunken surge.
Members of last years rabble showed up this year, with friends that had had to listen to the good time stories of T12POC2006, certain they wouldn’t miss out this year. If I’m honest… which invariably I am, they got what they were after.
The beers flowed faster than Rudolphs consumption of carrots on Christmas eve. The laughs emanated like Chris Chringle on Nitrous Oxide and short term memories dropped away in much the same way that a festive balloon might, having been attached to the ceiling by static electricity.
The rabble Started at the Rocks, working around towards Darling Harbour, then cutting across Market Street and then violently doubling back on themselves back to the spiritual end-point of T12POC – the Metropolitan Hotel above Maccas… convenience in physical form.
Stories will be recounted in years to come undoubtedly – “who kissed who?”, “who fell victim to the porcelain Gods?”, “who took a wrong turn and wound up drinking coffee instead of being at pub 9?”…
In it’s second year, the day is becoming legendary… see you there next December?
A few weeks prior, a few of the organizing committee went for a practice run of prospective pubs to be used on this years circuit. This was to avoid potential hazards such as opening hours, dress codes, heavy handed doormen and pubs that simply wouldn’t let a vast quantity of people in in one huge drunken surge.
Members of last years rabble showed up this year, with friends that had had to listen to the good time stories of T12POC2006, certain they wouldn’t miss out this year. If I’m honest… which invariably I am, they got what they were after.
The beers flowed faster than Rudolphs consumption of carrots on Christmas eve. The laughs emanated like Chris Chringle on Nitrous Oxide and short term memories dropped away in much the same way that a festive balloon might, having been attached to the ceiling by static electricity.The rabble Started at the Rocks, working around towards Darling Harbour, then cutting across Market Street and then violently doubling back on themselves back to the spiritual end-point of T12POC – the Metropolitan Hotel above Maccas… convenience in physical form.
Stories will be recounted in years to come undoubtedly – “who kissed who?”, “who fell victim to the porcelain Gods?”, “who took a wrong turn and wound up drinking coffee instead of being at pub 9?”…In it’s second year, the day is becoming legendary… see you there next December?
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