Rabbitohs V. Eels: 16-16
Got a text from my mum this arvo asking whether or not I want to go to another football game (uh, not really), so I asked who was playing (Souths V. Parramatta), I said maybe. Then she sent me another text..."It's in a corporate box".
So, we drove in to ANZ stadium and had to park a billion kilometres away and then had to walk in the rain. The heavy, cold, horizontal rain. Rain is difficult to negotiate for glasses-wearing people, by the by. After much grouching and grumbling, we found where we were supposed to be and I stepped out to where our seats were...
Oh. My. God. I'm not actually a huge footy fan, but that's a damn fine way to watch a game. You could see everything! And it was fun watching the plebs in the chook pen getting soaked and leaving the grounds, lol. There was a bar for the box spectators, a smoking area and clean bathrooms...What more could one want?
The Tigers weren't playing, so we had to cheer for someone else - The Rabbitohs. I think I said in an earlier post that cheering for them annoys me because any win they have makes Russell Crowe happy (ugh), but it was better than the alternative...Going for the Eels. Ick. Anywho, the game wound up being tied, even after five minutes each of overtime, and it occurred to me that I've never seen a tied Rugby game before...Soccer (real football!) ties all the time, but this was different. Shouldn't have tied, as it happens, but the ref was a wanker.
We were walking back to the carpark (mum, Snappy and I) and we realised that we were lost. We bumped into a guy carrying an umbrella and he tagged along with us. We walked here and there...Sydney Olympic Park (where the stadium is) is not terribly well sign posted...We should have realised that something was off kilter when there were no streetlights and suddenly no footpaths. And trees on both sides and frogs cricketing away somewhere close. Hm.
Anyway, we kept walking. And walking. And walking. Umbrella Guy (who went to see The Pussycat Dolls at the Acer Arena nearby) and I decided that this was a lot like an alien abduction...Except not. When you're abducted, you lose time and then magically wind up where you were supposed to be, but we had no idea where we were going and knew exactly what happened during the time we should have lost. Lol, that didn't make a lot of sense...Mind you, it didn't make any sense when we were talking about it.
We eventually found the carpark - and then the car - and everyone was in a bad mood (not Umbrella Guy, he found his car first). Snappy was whingeing that his back hurt, but frankly, in my opinion he had no right to whinge - it was his fault that we got lost in the first place. Mum was annoyed that Snappy was being a bitch and I was annoyed because I was wearing Converses and my feet were soaked. I was sure that I had some kind of trenchfoot or something. Ugh. Not pretty.
So yeah. That was my night.
Got the weekend ahead of me...I think the time will be best used for studying, but we'll see. I was thinking about going out and having a look for a new coat (there are five or six that I want to check out), but odds are I won't be arsed, lol.
Um. Enough rambling. I'm off.
Pip-pip!
So, we drove in to ANZ stadium and had to park a billion kilometres away and then had to walk in the rain. The heavy, cold, horizontal rain. Rain is difficult to negotiate for glasses-wearing people, by the by. After much grouching and grumbling, we found where we were supposed to be and I stepped out to where our seats were...
Oh. My. God. I'm not actually a huge footy fan, but that's a damn fine way to watch a game. You could see everything! And it was fun watching the plebs in the chook pen getting soaked and leaving the grounds, lol. There was a bar for the box spectators, a smoking area and clean bathrooms...What more could one want?
The Tigers weren't playing, so we had to cheer for someone else - The Rabbitohs. I think I said in an earlier post that cheering for them annoys me because any win they have makes Russell Crowe happy (ugh), but it was better than the alternative...Going for the Eels. Ick. Anywho, the game wound up being tied, even after five minutes each of overtime, and it occurred to me that I've never seen a tied Rugby game before...Soccer (real football!) ties all the time, but this was different. Shouldn't have tied, as it happens, but the ref was a wanker.
We were walking back to the carpark (mum, Snappy and I) and we realised that we were lost. We bumped into a guy carrying an umbrella and he tagged along with us. We walked here and there...Sydney Olympic Park (where the stadium is) is not terribly well sign posted...We should have realised that something was off kilter when there were no streetlights and suddenly no footpaths. And trees on both sides and frogs cricketing away somewhere close. Hm.
Anyway, we kept walking. And walking. And walking. Umbrella Guy (who went to see The Pussycat Dolls at the Acer Arena nearby) and I decided that this was a lot like an alien abduction...Except not. When you're abducted, you lose time and then magically wind up where you were supposed to be, but we had no idea where we were going and knew exactly what happened during the time we should have lost. Lol, that didn't make a lot of sense...Mind you, it didn't make any sense when we were talking about it.
We eventually found the carpark - and then the car - and everyone was in a bad mood (not Umbrella Guy, he found his car first). Snappy was whingeing that his back hurt, but frankly, in my opinion he had no right to whinge - it was his fault that we got lost in the first place. Mum was annoyed that Snappy was being a bitch and I was annoyed because I was wearing Converses and my feet were soaked. I was sure that I had some kind of trenchfoot or something. Ugh. Not pretty.
So yeah. That was my night.
Got the weekend ahead of me...I think the time will be best used for studying, but we'll see. I was thinking about going out and having a look for a new coat (there are five or six that I want to check out), but odds are I won't be arsed, lol.
Um. Enough rambling. I'm off.
Pip-pip!