Tibs Wilderness

I don't think I mentioned to anyone I was going anywhere, and just sought of vanished off the internet for the last five days. Leaving all my arguments unargumented (it's a word now), my associates and peers bored (who couldn't live without my comical wit I ask of you? Nobody, that's who!) and otherwise everyone else completely unphased.

Warning: Following contains details about my weekend, if you're not interested in my life, best to just ignore it and go back to your internet surfing.

See, Friday it was decided that I'd head up to Geelong for a friends 21st. I got there at 7:30pm, we hit up a Mexican restaurant, then went back to his place to play Brothers in Arms: Earned in Blood until about 2am, when he went to bed and I went to a mattress in an empty room, devoid of everything but sheets.

In the morning (day of the Australian Football Grand Final), we awoke, played more game then his university friend rocked up and drove us to BWS (Beer, Wine and Spirits) where we bought a case of Carlton (beer) and went to her place. The 21st party we were having for my friend was in reality a Grand Final party, unless the Geelong Cats won. Either way, it was still "drink beer have fun" thing. A few more of their friends arrived (I was the only one from my particular social circle there, as the only other who's mutual friends with all of these people is in training camp for the RAAF), and I got pretty chatty with a cute girl studying journalism at university.

I spent the majority of Saturday night with her, eventually she convinced me to hit the dance floor with her (I'm terrible at dancing) to which, I wont kiss and tell (whoops).

Sunday afternoon, Sam and I went back to his place, had KFC for tea, then his Step-Father and Mother told him he was having an impromptu official 21st birthday party if we could find a place to have it, the guys we partied with on Saturday didn't mind if we had one at theirs on Monday. After that was planned, we watched Dilbert for a while before I retired to my mattress in exhaustion.

Monday morning his Step-Father and Mother arrived to help him move out of his place (long story), so the four of us spent from 10am to 6pm cleaning, packing and everything like that, when we proceeded to go to his impromptu 21st party. His close friends (including me) gave speeches and I found myself hanging around the same cute girly mentioned above.

Tuesday, my friend was too hung over to finish doing his house move, so I did it for him 'cause I didn't drink nearly as much. There wasn't a lot to do anyway, move a bed and a table, that's it. After his Step-Father and Mother had taken off home, my friend and I remained at the house of the people who held the party. I cleaned up all the empty bottles (with help from another friend) before crashing out and waking up around five.

Hung around there until 7:30pm and took the train home. Ran into my ex-girlfriend at the Warrnambool train station and had to share a bus with her, but we didn't talk, and only made eye contact once, so that wasn't as bad as it could have been.

I'm really glad the Geelong Cats won the premiership though, last year they lost, one guy got 'gang-based' (he antagonised a group of burly Geelong supporters in a Hawthorn shirt) and another guy was shot (he really didn't deserve it, nor did anything to instigate it). Geelong is a very unfriendly place to be if they lose the Grand Final, but if they win, they couldn't be more pleasant (we walked on a busy road, stopping traffic, and simply yelled "GO CATS" and got nothing but cheers and hoots from people in the cars).