It's All Over
To begin at the beginning, where most stories begin, cameras flashed in a dizzying flurry before a drop had been drunk. We all looked so schmick then, didn't we? 150 bright eyed and bushy tailed I-Housians loaded onto buses bound for the Illawarra's premier club and function centre, the Frat. |
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The first trial was to find one's table, isn't it funny how all your friends look the same when dressed to the nines. It took one of our fearless correspondents a good ten minutes to find his seat. When he did, he was promptly asked to swap with someone else, oh well back to beer.
Beer, it's what everyone was there for (OK, some for wine, but from now on all alcohol shall be known as Beer, we have limited vocabulary) and it flowed freely. Then the tap broke. Then it was fixed. From the beer perspective, it was amber in colour, it tasted good and it made certain members of the opposite sex a damn site more attractive (didn't it Was?).