Well the Grand Final has been and gone and what a successful failure it was.

It was a success because we managed to find a pub called the Village Belle in St Kilda, complete with a spot near-ish to the bar and a view of the TV – even if it was standing room only, right next to the front door with everyone pushing past. It was also success because I was drunk by 3pm and having a great time. Although that success (read: alcoholism) continued onto the next pub down Ackland street with our newly acquired friends and without our newly ditched not-so-friends.

I have to say there is still something completely foreign about stepping out of a pub in broad daylight onto a busy street drunk. The world also seems very bright in such an inebriated state. I think the advantage (and disadvantage as I’ll soon mention) to the day was that it was very rainy, and as such it felt like an evening, that was right up until the game ended and then the sun came out again.

The day was a Failure because St. Kilda lost. You silly fools, how many chances did you have to score easy goals in first quarter but missed. As the game went on, the more I got into the game and the more certain I was that the Saints would win, that was right up until the end when Geelong put away a few goals and dug the Saints their grave. I’d have to say though it didn’t take long for the disappointment to be forgotten. Roughly about the time it takes to walk next door to another bar and buy a rum and coke..

After finally trudging home at 8pm, I came home to a houseful of people that had watched the game here on Andy’s new stupidly-big-tv. I stepped through the door and a beer was handed forth and I was off drinking again till 2am. My theory was that there was not a hope in hell of trying to get to bed with everyone here (as my bedroom shares a big window with the balcony). If you can’t beat them, join them, right?

Today on the other hand was a complete failure. I woke up at 12, fought off the headache and crawled to the couch and sat there till 6pm. In that time I played a little bit of playstation in all my uncoordinated hungover glory, at a huge English breakfast, put together by the resident Englishman (and at the time God), watched Batman begins. I honestly don’t think I moved… once. So really the day was wasted but it is the price you have to pay when you commit to drinking for your football team.

Anyway my brain is slowly melting, hence the scattered post today, so I must get some sleep.

Until next time