confessions of delusional brilliance

Round 2

Not last weekend, and not the one before it; i went to Melbourne.
And this, is that weekends story.

On the 5th of May at around about 1.00pm i embarked on a journey to Melbourne with my side kick Racha.
We were driven to Geelong and once at the station we then prepared to depart the loving arms of our escort and delve into the wonderful service widely known as public transport.
This trip turned out to be a little more joyous then my previous solo experience and a member of the train staff actually sat with us and we conversed for a short while inbetween his announcements.
Racha gloated about being Racha, (which is what she does best incidently) and i pretended to blend into the seat and be oblivious to her flirtatious behaviour.
Oh Racha, why, why, why?

The trip went surprisingly fast much to my delight and we were met at Spencer Street Station by a mutual friend who then took our luggage and left us free to miander about the city.
We went to QV for tea and finished off the night with some shopping before we collected our luggage and boarded a train to Mt. Waverly.
It was on this train that we met a rather amusing young man.
I say amusing because he was quite possibly one of the friendliest people i have ever met, and everything he said reeked of child like enthusiasm.
I'd even go as far as to say 'giddy mannerisms'.
Steve, (because that was his name) entertained us with tales from the clubbing scene in Melbourne and Sydney, his life ambitions, countries he desires to travel to, where he was from, childhood memories, where he lived in Melbourne,why he lived there, where he wanted to live... in fact now that i think about it, it would probably be easier if i just mentioned all the things he didn't say.

At one point in time he made the mistake of mentioning a favorite dance of his aka 'the Melbourne shuffle' , which we then insisted profusely that he demonstrate.
After much protest he finally caved and we looked on in glorious delight, along with the other 30 odd people who were situated on the tram at the time. Good times.

Finally after some 40 odd minutes of Stevos antics our stop arrived (and not a moment too soon) and we lugged all our bags off onto the platform.
It was at this stage in time that we realised that we had no idea where we were going.
We pulled out a dodgy looking map and whilst we dicussed our inabillity to read it a young man on a unicycle approached and asked if we desired directions "YES PLEASE" we exclaimed quite loudly and he attempted to point out where it was that we needed to go whilst Racha quite rudely decided to call her BF and have a chat.
GREAT.
So i interrogated the young man further and asked about the Melb Uni jersey he so proudly sported. Racha then paused her phone call to ask him if she could touch his hair...
Oh Racha, why, why, why?

We strutted down the road a bit and came across a trolley which we then commandeered.
With luggage in trolley we continued on down the road until we met up with our host who had kindly strolled out to meet us.
We stopped, (with our trolley) at a local pizza place and had a feed and the absurd idea that we head into the city for an all nighter was waged.
It was around about 10.30pm by this stage and it was decided that the city would be our fate.

Long story shorter;
>Racha had her wallet stolen at Crown. Oh Racha, why, why , why?
>Some rude young men threw a tray of condiments at us after a harsh rejection from our forward kiwi host.
>We got a ride in a police car.
>We discovered that eating out at 3.00am is amusingly dear. In fact we ended up ordering stuff off the menu just so we could laugh at the mammoth price tags they attracted.
"Lime Fanta, 600ml?" - "$6.00"
rofl indeed.

Fast forward...

By 7.00am we were tired and regretting our trip into the city very much. Rachas face, surprisingly wasn't weary despite the loss of her wallet and we managed to find some joy in seeing who could stand on one leg whilst our train hurled down the tracks toward home.
Sporting broken heels, blisters and weary smiles we walzed down the main street of Mt Waverly and bed was indeed a welcome sight.

That was day 1.5 of Melbournia.
4.5 days followed and i'm not even going to bother touching on the events that ensued.
I will say i'm going back in 2 days and i can't wait.

posted by Ali @ 1:43 PM