The Metro Reloaded

The cleverly titled post is here! (Metro/Matrix - geddit? :P)

This no doubt going isn't going to be as big and flashy as I intended because it happened a whole week ago, but I'll give you a basic run-down of the things that I can remember.

The night was in honour of Karen's 19th birthday, and a bunch of us caught the train to Flinders Street from Glen Waverley station. (Ah what the hell, I'll drop names! Karen, Samantha, Paul, Jase, Chris and Luke.) We had to walk from Flinders Street to The Metro because the trains don't do the city loop at night apparently! Well at least on a Saturday night anyway. So we walked the few blocks to the place where we'd ultimately dance/drink the night away.

I said "ultimately" because there were complications getting in. Guy-girl ratios and whatnot were difficult to get around. But although it was an hour or so later than we planned, we managed to all get in. Thanks are owed to Jamie here, and his "suaveness & awesomeness" for managing to get the last four people in - 1 girl and 3 guys - although I think it came down more to luck. But we'll let him think what he wants. :)

If you remember from last time, I had a brush with fame (Boyd & Stingray from Neighbours), and guess what? It happened again! Literally! There were a bunch of Richmond football club players that I recognised milling about, drinking and socialising (they'd played their last match for the season that afternoon). Anyway, as I was waiting in line at the bar, I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn to see that it was none other than Shane Tuck, prolific ball-winning midfielder for the Tigers, wanting to walk past me and get to his teammates standing on the other side!

"Thanks mate," he said curteously as I made way for him.

"No worries." I replied, happy to have helped him out.

Ok, so I know that's not what some people would call an extensive conversation, but it was enough to make my night (and I don't even barrack for the tigers!). I wonder who I'll see next time...

Anyway, drunken dancing ensued, some drinks were spilled on my jeans, and I copped an elbow to the face, but overall it was a good night! Oh, and naturally there was sms-ing involved, again to the disgust of my friends.

Paul and I ended up leaving at around 2.15 in an effort to catch the 2.30 nightrider bus home. We had to walk pretty quick (yes walk, not stumble! - i only had a few to drink). It also involved some frantic trying to remember exactly where they left from - I'd only had a quick look before I rushed out the door before leaving home. But we found the place ok in the end.

The bus driver was a little bit less... cautious than other bus drivers that I'd come across in my days of public transport, which made the journey a little more interesting (had to brace myself against the seat in front of me a few times!). The journey also consisted of me performing a good deed! As we got back to The Glen, the bus driver started saying something incomprehensible and gesticulating towards another passenger who had fallen asleep. This other passenger became known as Cello-man. "Why?" you ask? Because he was carrying a cello with him, of course! I wasn't aware that cellos were so ginormous, in its case it was literally almost as tall as me, and probably wider knowing how skinny I am!

Anywho, I interpreted the bus drivers mumblings and hand actions as "wake up that person in case he wants to get off", so I gave him a nudge, but he didn't stir. So I reluctantly shook his shoulder a little... it would be a bit strange to wake up with a stranger shaking your shoulder I'd imagine! But it worked and he awoke, although it took a little while for him to process where he was and what I was saying to him ("did you want to get off soon?"). It turns out that he did want to... and at the next stop!! He thanked me profusely, and I was almost tempted to ask for a performance as a reward. Haha, not really, I just said "No worries" (my favourite two words it seems) and smiled, happy that I'd done something good for the night.

So I ran home from my bus stop (still had energy, it was freezing, and I was only wearing a t-shirt), and collapsed on my bed, interesting thoughts of the night swirling around in my head.

And that's it! Besides seeing cello-man on the bus to uni the other day, and him not recognising me... although I probably wouldn't have recognised him if it weren't for the giant cello he was lugging around.

Finally, I did this post!

Casper out.