vs Bulls lost 11-8
CB 2, DC 3, TW 2, JH 1, AW, RH, TK, TH (Coach)
MOM CB, DC
A loss, details of which I can’t really remember. So instead I’m going to tell a touching story of nanna brotherhood.
One night, a few weeks ago, Chas asked if I could help him load an oven he had recently bought on ebay into the back of his camry. The thought did occur to me that it would have to be a fairly tight fit but anyway, the oven was in Port Melbourne and he picked me up at about 8. I was about to walk out the door all free and easy but miri insisted I take the holy trinity of wallet, phone & keys. ok ok. So we’re in the car heading down punt road listening – as most readers would know, chassies movie always has a soundtrack – to a shuffling pod (that being claire’s iPod, the one with chas’s name engraved on the back) and I’m thinking – again – how it’s great to hear kool keith find his way to the top of the random shuffle pile… to be continued
have to leave now for the game, taking an extra set of undies as the pork dumplings i enjoyed earlier today with bozza have consequently induced vomiting and loose bowel movements… joy.
back again, god that was hideous. So anyway, we’re now driving through the city, and I’m vaguely aware that this is a rather indirect route to Port Melbourne. As we pull up at the lights on the corner of William and Collins, Chas looks over and thinks he sees someone who ‘could almost be Thomas’. I’m squinting (yes, i probably should wearing some kind of spectacle) and can just make out a figure at the tram stop who, though unrecognisable at this distance, is sort of leaning on the tram stop in a manner reminiscent of the coach. We hang a right and siddle past. Sure enough it is the coach who jogs down to meet us. Turns out Tom is heading to Elwood to meet George. Of course my first thought is let’s give Thermas a lift but knowing Chas’ general reluctance to deviate too far from his intended path I say nothing but that’s ok ‘cos Tom is doing all the suggesting. Chas is proving hard to convince but finally relents and Tom jumps in. Keen to hear more of Chas’s new ebay purchase I enquire as to the style of the oven, 6 burner , full fuckin’ hosting model, nice, and what brand ? Brand ? No one cares about the brand ! really ? Come on Chas, don’t you want some smeg in your kitchen ? no, no smeg. then what the hell is it, like promax or some dodgy… no no… who cares about brands cocky , jesus … well, ok then.
Half way down Kings Way Tom gets a call. George is now at the Espy, so we can drop him there which isn’t quite as far, is it. Apparently George is going on date and has asked Tom to come along to bolster his cool friend count or provide moral support or some such. Chas is speculating about some kind of bergerac role for Tom, then was some lewid talk involving whispered instructions which I shall not repeat. Though getting late, the sun is still high and St Kilda is doing a fairly passable impression of a groovy urban seaside hangout zone. Pulling up outisde the Espy I start working my charms on Chas, ‘c’mon… just one pot, chassis, c’mon…’. Unbeleivabley my powers of persuassion prove to much for chas and we park in the rock star park. Analysis of the parking meter reveals a cost of $2 an hour or $6 all day, Chas is looking confused and I see why, he has just put $5 in the machine, I mean how long does it take to drink a pot for crisake ? yeha yeah, what was I thinking…
Ok so thi sis where things start to get weird. we walk up the Espy and theres a bouncer at the street level. Tom walks through but the bouncer is unimpressed when we try to follow. “are you here for the gig ?”, err, no we’re just following our friend. Tom is at the top of steps beckoning. So I guess George must be going to this gig, finally we get through and then Tom starts pointing at the gig poster, wild gesticulating, WTF, Dr Octogan !!! ah man, how much would i love to see kool keith, but the oven… there’s no way chas is going to forget that, but he’s walking up to the door.. well ok let’s go and at least look in the door… Now tom has payed and what is this, chas is getting out his wallet, it’s 35 bucks, ther’s no way chas is going to payt $35 for one pot! The Tom says to teh door bitch “surely cocky has his name on the door” ? so she sort of does this cursory flip through and says yeah ?! nice one Tom, I can go halvies with Chas in this cunningly wangled ticket, which makes the post on;ly abou $20 each… but we still won’t see Keith… man this is weird but hey just keep rolling with it. We head to teh bar, I order 3 pots only to realise I don’t have any cash (hell I almost had no wallet), so Tom steps up and orders another 3 by accicdent, so we now have two pots each, madness. We take a seat, I’m kind of spinning out but Tom and Chas seem completely cool with it all, so I just take a sip of my coopers pale ale… and where’s George and his date ?
A couple of swigs later and in strolls Jim ? apparently Elo is having a birthday party of sorts at the espy and so of course it’s no surprise when Rhian walks in. Hell this could almost be a nannas function, ah the automomously self forming good times… if only we didn’t have to get this damn oven. To top it off Rhian says he saw Takeshi outside, of course, Kondo is always at the Espy, and given that Kool Kieth is playing it’s almost logical to have expected he would be here. If only I’d brought some of russian gymnastic training equipment. and what about the oven. “what time do we have to get this oven by chassie ?” “the guy said we had to be there by 10” “sweet…”. At Rhian’s suggestion we move into the pool (strong suggestioning from the captian as usual) where several rounds a winning pool ensue, accompanied by unending jugs. Still no sign of either George or Elo, but no one seems too fussed and then Lou walks in, so of course I have to relay the series of fortuitous coincidences that he has now become a part of. It may be a school night but I’m starting to get pretty largered (or pale aled) by this point.
to be continued… I have to go to the opening of Game On.
