Happy birthday to me…
This evening a celebratory Guinness seemed in order, so Evan and I headed up to the Terminus for one … or two … or even more. While there we were talked into participating in the weekly Bingo games — hilarious fun, with the couple running it knowing all the traditional wise-cracks for each number, along with a whole section of Melbourne-specific ones regarding footballers and trams. I foolishly tried to play sixteen games at once, frantically scribbling from one end of the table to the other. Evan took a more relaxed approach with only four games — a much better choice since he then won the first round, becoming the proud owner of a jug of beer. Not wishing to mix free beer with Guinness, the jug was donated to a party of young girls at the bar. Deeply suspicious of a no-strings-attached donation, the girls bought me a fourth pint. This proved my undoing…
