I'm still recovering from the events of Saturday at the Melbourne meet.
We had a wonderful civilized lunch, except for the fact that Lochie kept hitting me and playing mechano with the pegboards I brought in to give out, everything was going along swimmingly. But then I made a fatal error, I chose beer over lazertag, sending me spiralling out of control...
I remember the evenings events as a blur of flipping acrobatical metroid characters, a publicly urinating Arnold Schwartzernegger, curry in the gutter, one on one Galaga wars with a broken fire button, trying not to giggle as a drunken maniac talked me through his sexy times, and capped off by an insane taxi driver speeding me home, bouncing the car over speedbumps.
Somewhere in the middle of all this Ross spoke to me through the haze, demanding I provide him with a unicorn rearing up and flailing its hooves about... so Ross this one's for you.
The next day was a write-off until about 4pm. I'd promised to show Luis and Ross around Melbourne, take them to the zoo to show Luis drop bears and there I was lying in bet with a trusty bucket by my side. The shame was too much, so I dragged my steaming carcass into the shower, then to the car, dressing myself inbetween and picked them up to take them to dinner and show them some aussie cuisine in St Kilda. My wife phoned a friend who lived in St Kilda if they had a good fish and chip shop, she recommended a fancy seafood restaurant. So we had an assortment of good aussie tucker; octopus tentacles, giant prawns, and malaysian seafood laksa clay pots.
Chuck another octopus tentacle on the barbie... err... mate.
So anyways, I'd like to announce the Melbourne meet a hilarious success, it was fantastic to meet some of you guys (I'm still trying to match usernames to faces) and without further ado, Ross here is your unicorn.