The World According To Me

1. Even though I've lived in Victoria for nigh on 8 years now, my heart belongs in Western Australia.
2. I love AFL.

So, obviously I was pretty pleased about the weekend's result. So much so that I cried when the final siren went. I didn't want to, but the combination of pride, alcohol, adrenalin and the preservatives in the cocktail franks made me do it.

I'm not ashamed to cry a few relieved tears of happiness.

It was a better scenario than last year, when I cried tears of sorrow caused mostly by the 17 glasses of bubbly I'd drank throughout that forsaken heartbreaking battle of sadness. At that time I was in a pub in South Yarra surrounded by Sydney fans. And I lost my voice from shouting. And then I got even more drunk, on oversized cocktails, to the point where I vomited in the toilet of a pub I can't even remember, accosted people on the tram who were wearing West-Coast paraphernalia and made 'friends' with them and then had a memory blank of about four hours. One of the best nights I've had, actually.

But this Grand-final was much, much sweeter.

# posted by Kymmy : 3:57 pm