So it's 10:03pm.... just a few hours short from the time I passed out last night in the DELIGHTFUL Haymarket motel... and by delightful I mean horrifically tacky (see below for the addition to the shower). The adventure of Bendigo Groovin' the Moo 2010 was full of surprises... one of the best days/nights I've had in a longtime.
Kicked off the roadtrip at 9am, 3ish hours later we arrived to this..
We put the horror of the granny nightie shop behind us and decided to have a delightful champagne lunch.. we picked an Italian pizza and pasta restaurant and weren't expecting much!! It was amazing... big tick number one
We wanted to get there in time for Illy so rang the taxi just before 2.. we had had texts saying the line was 4 hours wait long to get in, we just didn't believe it until we got close and saw the 5km long line.... WTF!!!!!! We made the quick decision and said "eff that" (we are alcoholics afterall) and made the taxi turn back around and take us to the pub, which he assured us was the 'rocking pub in town'. A quick walk through produced visuals of pokies and rsl type restaurant set up and we quickly bailed! Town being only a quick walk away we thought we would find a pub to settle into for the next few hours and head back to try GTM later...
45 minutes later we were still walking and by all accounts around in circles. Along the way we found, on reflecting what I can only pray was a bottle of goon amongst other things...
FINALLY... we found a little bar and ordered another bottle of champas and some cake..
Bottle number 2 down we set on our way to find one last pub to have a drink at before trying our luck back at GTM..
We were the only once in the Prince hotel and made friends with Chris the bartender who took it upon himself to make up a cosmo with a twist for us... it was a hideous twist that we could barely swallow... only in Bendigo would you think putting chartreuse in a cosmo would make it delicious #idiot!!!
We bailed on having to drink it and taxi-ed once again out to GTM... walked straight in, no waiting and with 2 bottles of champas, 1 corona, 1 piccalo and a few sips of the 'Bendigo slurry'.
As soon as we got there Funkoars came on and we were in heaven.. nothing beats live Aussie hip hop.. and although it didn't completely make up for having to miss Muph & Pluto and Illy it came damn close to a great start to the music..
We followed it up being squished in the crowd to see Empire of the Sun (wonderful), Vampire Weekend (a little disappointing) danced up a storm to Yacht Club DJs and belted out to Silverchair (Daniel Johns is freakin' AWE-SOME!!!) In between times... I got done for trying to smuggle smirnoff red cans and the man-ish female bouncer saw the one in my bag and the one down my bra... Megs got lucky and got sprung by the male bouncer who took the two cans off her and then slipped her one back on the sly (I DEFINITELY DREW THE SHORT STRAW)!!
So 8 smirnoff reds, 2 smirnoff blacks and 2 dirty festival burgers later I was near pass out stage... which I successfully managed not long after 11:30pm! The day may not have gone exactly to plan but ironically couldn't have planned it better if we tried.
On waking up this morning I promptly realised my body was making me pay for every drop of booze I drank yesterday... The drive home was potentially THE most painful drive ever.... corpsed doing 120kms down the Hume... Megs and A-bel Groovin' the Moo one day, Groovin' the spew the next.
If only all adventures could be so. Bliss!
x
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This is even better than having to ask you how it was :) I shall now just follow you on here as we continue our cyber best friend relationship hahaha.
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