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Never fear brave sportsfans, I am home and rested from the event and it has had time to sink in. So without much need, skip the next part if you just want the event stuff.
So I drove in from work otherwise I would have been 30min to an hour late as there were disruptions on the train line as wwll. Bonus! As this was a rush job, I then double checked the route before I left work, kissed a bald fat guys head and drove to the MCG, missing 2 turn offs, doubling back and getting there with no real problems as it was simply stuck in the next lane over at any splits. I then boxed for a park, 2hr was the most I saw and then got shafted with the ticket since it counted the 2 hour at 5:30 instead of letting me set a time. The machine also ate my money so that was a thing. Met Boydie who prancied about how he found a 4 hr park that ended at 6:30pm, debated quickly ducking out but figured it'd be pointless as I could probably just leave early since I doubted we would be doing much in the ways of activity TBH. Midway through in a lull, and with the thanks of the club, I was able to move my car underneath the G and basically park where they all parked. I then decided in my infinite wisdom to google map the phone and backroad home, promptly got lost and ended up having to toll road it out of there. Woot to driving in Melbourne for the first time!
Anywho, we were let in early, when I rocked up the first time to check gate 3 it was closed but Boydie must have the midas touch since it was open when he called to ask where I was (which was in my car as I was cold) we mingled in the foyer outside the Olympic room, the players banded together as they always do, circle work around phones to avoid prying eyes and anyone getting singled out, we then pre-empted the beginning of the ushering inside and started to move inside.
The first time we get nametags and Boydie hogs both of them to himself, despite him not actually being on anything sent to the club. Forget the midas touch, the bloke is cursed and the club shall never know I exist now!
Some drinks, hors d'oeuvres and Boydie wrangling Blake Acres to chat about basketball and some of the players and where everyone was situated house wise, where they wanted /planned to be (sch as Saunders living with his cousin atm), we were then ushered to our tables, which once again were back corner nearest the door away from everyone else, however Nate was next to us to yay to having a player around finally. Introductions we chatted some, I admittedly didn't say much because I was buggered having been up at 4am, but Boydie can fill you all in on the content of the conversations and basically the only things we did during the night were as follows;
Put on an apron.
Look at a paper hat.
Discard the paper hat.
Put the paper hat on for the chance to win s**t.
Construct an abomination intended to be a gingerbread christmas tree.
Twiddle thumbs and chat.
I left after construction to shift my car, when I did return, Boydie had managed to also chat up Spence, meanwhile I had the epiphany that bloke I was trying to recognise was Delaney and Spence left to other endeavours, such as the continuing service of foodstuffs. (which was also the favourite of Bruce and Stanley who might as well have had their very own waiter) some chatting with Nate, he then did as many of the boys do after the event stuff happens and congregate with the rest of the boys like the start of the night, so Boydie promtply social media'd his attempt at a tree. We then had a brief chat with Sherlock (by brief I mean they talked cars and I have NFI about cars) who was actually driving a few boys in a magna which I happened to be behind when leaving and he looked unco as s**t in the drivers seat if it was him. And I've not much else to say really because I got home and fell asleep on the couch then was almost late to work this morning, so, yeah, over to you Boydie who will remember many more things of worth such as the spoken words of the players.
I will say that when leaving Boydie did almost get hip and shouldered by Rooey breezing past us. I so would have whipped out the camera for that.
And we remarked about a woman doing the rounds with the players, typical short skirt, long eyelashes. HAS SHE NO SHAME!
I also now have an apron denoting my masterclass in saints colours.
So I drove in from work otherwise I would have been 30min to an hour late as there were disruptions on the train line as wwll. Bonus! As this was a rush job, I then double checked the route before I left work, kissed a bald fat guys head and drove to the MCG, missing 2 turn offs, doubling back and getting there with no real problems as it was simply stuck in the next lane over at any splits. I then boxed for a park, 2hr was the most I saw and then got shafted with the ticket since it counted the 2 hour at 5:30 instead of letting me set a time. The machine also ate my money so that was a thing. Met Boydie who prancied about how he found a 4 hr park that ended at 6:30pm, debated quickly ducking out but figured it'd be pointless as I could probably just leave early since I doubted we would be doing much in the ways of activity TBH. Midway through in a lull, and with the thanks of the club, I was able to move my car underneath the G and basically park where they all parked. I then decided in my infinite wisdom to google map the phone and backroad home, promptly got lost and ended up having to toll road it out of there. Woot to driving in Melbourne for the first time!
Anywho, we were let in early, when I rocked up the first time to check gate 3 it was closed but Boydie must have the midas touch since it was open when he called to ask where I was (which was in my car as I was cold) we mingled in the foyer outside the Olympic room, the players banded together as they always do, circle work around phones to avoid prying eyes and anyone getting singled out, we then pre-empted the beginning of the ushering inside and started to move inside.
The first time we get nametags and Boydie hogs both of them to himself, despite him not actually being on anything sent to the club. Forget the midas touch, the bloke is cursed and the club shall never know I exist now!
Some drinks, hors d'oeuvres and Boydie wrangling Blake Acres to chat about basketball and some of the players and where everyone was situated house wise, where they wanted /planned to be (sch as Saunders living with his cousin atm), we were then ushered to our tables, which once again were back corner nearest the door away from everyone else, however Nate was next to us to yay to having a player around finally. Introductions we chatted some, I admittedly didn't say much because I was buggered having been up at 4am, but Boydie can fill you all in on the content of the conversations and basically the only things we did during the night were as follows;
Put on an apron.
Look at a paper hat.
Discard the paper hat.
Put the paper hat on for the chance to win s**t.
Construct an abomination intended to be a gingerbread christmas tree.
Twiddle thumbs and chat.
I left after construction to shift my car, when I did return, Boydie had managed to also chat up Spence, meanwhile I had the epiphany that bloke I was trying to recognise was Delaney and Spence left to other endeavours, such as the continuing service of foodstuffs. (which was also the favourite of Bruce and Stanley who might as well have had their very own waiter) some chatting with Nate, he then did as many of the boys do after the event stuff happens and congregate with the rest of the boys like the start of the night, so Boydie promtply social media'd his attempt at a tree. We then had a brief chat with Sherlock (by brief I mean they talked cars and I have NFI about cars) who was actually driving a few boys in a magna which I happened to be behind when leaving and he looked unco as s**t in the drivers seat if it was him. And I've not much else to say really because I got home and fell asleep on the couch then was almost late to work this morning, so, yeah, over to you Boydie who will remember many more things of worth such as the spoken words of the players.
I will say that when leaving Boydie did almost get hip and shouldered by Rooey breezing past us. I so would have whipped out the camera for that.
And we remarked about a woman doing the rounds with the players, typical short skirt, long eyelashes. HAS SHE NO SHAME!I also now have an apron denoting my masterclass in saints colours.
