Melbourne Ng Meet-up: Aftermath 2009-01-19 06:01:23
I don't exactly remember what time I left my hotel room to head to the meet-up. I'm guessing it was around 11am, but I can't be too sure. I'd gotten up early, bathed and shit so I'd be in top physical appearance for when I would start hitting on Nightmare's girlfriend. Best cologne and shit; guess shirt. Then I went out.
Would down Elizabeth Street rather lazily, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling Central Business District of Melbourne. It was my 5th day there and I'd fallen in love with the city; the people, the layout, the variety of things to see and do. I had decided against getting a coffee immediately, since, according to the meet-up schedule (which was throw up two days before the meet-up was planned to happen) we'd be going for coffee anyway. And so I walked lazily down Elizabeth Street towards Flinders Street Station, where we'd planned to meet.
I'd reached the intersection of Elizabeth and Flinders when instinct told me to turn around. There, staring me directly in the face, was the ugly mug of Night-Mare and his hot girlfriend. How he managed to bag her, I don't know. He was wearing his 'Angry Face' t-shirt, so I'd recognized him immediately. Apparently he'd been following me for several blocks. Don't know how he recognized me. Probably because I'd told him about my long hair, and I was the only guy in the are with hair this particularly long. We conversed while we waited for the Sign to turn Green, to which we then proceeded to Flinders Station.
And it was there we sat in the blistering morning sun for about 40 minutes waiting for anyone else to turn up. In the early moments of the wait, Night-Mare graced me so kindly with a free NG sticker (of which I still have, in my wallet. Dunno where to stick it). In the process of waiting, we small-talked, joked around and shit. I apologised to NMs girlfriend for having him drag her out to hang with a bunch of faggots like us. It was then that CarbonWater appeared in all his Lanky glory, bearing the Ghostbusters t-shirt that gave away his identity. We continued to chat about little things; I joked about how I was waiting for someone to come out of nowhere and shank me; how Britkid wanted me dead, how Aci6 wanted to punch me in the face, etc. This fat, greasy guy walked past, and I joked that that was probably Aci6, which garnered a few laughs. I also got in contact with an associate from Adelaide who had planned to come to the meet (to see me, fuck everyone else), but they had to pull out at the last second due to a medical emergency. After not too long, we decided to 'fuck' everyone who had planned to come along, and ditched them at the station. All the while we had no idea where we were headed.
So I suggested, "Let's grab coffee somewhere", and since no one else had anything better to go with, we set off for a coffee place. I myself was looking for a Hudson's, cause they had really nice hot chocolates (made with Belgium Chocolate), but as fate would have it, there was none in our path. Eventually, we got to Lonsdale Street, and remembering the Greek quarter that was in the area, I bolted across the street, leaving the rest of the crew on the opposite side of the road. They soon followed after I informed them of my intentions, planning to show them "How the Greek's spend their time".
We (I) decided on Medallion, a Cafe and Giro Bar, since everyone else looked confused as fuck about what was going on. We ordered drinks and decided to have lunch there as well. Being Greek food, it was far superior to anything else we could have decided to eat. Photo's were taken, Giros were eaten, messes were made. Damn, that was a fucking good lamb Giro...
After lunch had settled and we'd paid, we'd headed off in the direction of the Crown Entertainment Complex in search of Magyar. Turns out I was leading them everywhere, even though I'd only been in the city less than a week. When we got there, Magyar found us, greeting Night-Mare with the respectful term 'faggot'. I loled as introductions were made. Unfortunately, he'd decided against bringing his dog, Eski, considering the great heat of the day, which was a sheer disappointment for me, since I was looking forward to seeing the Huski x. After some quick conversation, we were informed by Magyar of the Arcade located inside the Casino. Having nothing better to do, we decided to go in there.
So we went inside. I ended up starting out on the games, playing this druming game. Not the Guitar Hero-type drumming game. It had 3 drums and two thick sticks which I had to bash with. It was a waste of my $2 really, since It had shit covers of songs, and the rest I didn't know, so it was impossible for me to maintain the beat because the Treble was so fucking loud I couldn't even hear the beat. Pictures were taken of me looking like an Aspie. Fuck you, Night-Mare, I'd better not see them here, even though writing them here is even more incentive to do so. I know where you sleep, man.
After that, we just wandered around for a while watching other people play Street Fighter and such. Then we decided to play either Laser Tag or Bowling. I, for some strange reason had a fairly bad pain in my leg that prevented me from running (and mysteriously disappeared the night I arrived home from holiday), so we decided on Bowling. We all decided on one game since I wasn't going to pay $25 for 2 games of bowling, and nobody else was willing either.
The game of bowling was probably the most epic thing to happen throughout the entire meet. I ended up raping everyone with 144 pins using my 1337 bowling skills (I might have it down to an art), while everyone else simply dropped the ball down the lane. It was also the time the infamous RickRoll debacle occured, where I ended up RickRolling the Alley and anyone close enough to the Alley to hear it. The best-spent dollar ever.
After that we wandered around the skill-testers trying to win a prize. I don't know how much money Carbonwater blew on that Square-Stack game. You know, where you have to stack the squares on top of each other without missing so you can get into the Major Prize line and win a DS or something. Anyway, he failed miserably just before winning the major prize. Everytime.
The Night-Mare had to go and be a faggot and leave about 90 minutes early. Smart move, I guess, getting away from all the faggotry so his girlfriend can make out with his wang. After he left, shit died down quickly, considering we had no dollars left and there were only 3 of us left. So we decided to call it. We walked out front of the Crown, shook hands and parted ways.
So yeah, that's the Melbourne Meet-up from my perspective. Unfortunately, no group shot was taken, but Night-Mare has all the pictures. Instead, here is a picture of the epic RickRoll in the bowling alley.
Nehmen Ziel! Feuer Frei!