A Walk In The Park?

After watching Forest Gump recently I felt inspired to tell you all about a stupid although inspiring story of debauchery, vice and determination. This incident happened after another grand night of drinks, music and podium shenanigans. This particular night which already had highlights was to become more than just a night on the town. This night ended up becoming a night on a few towns or suburbs at least. This doesn’t sound all that impressive initially but when it is done on foot then it gets interesting.

As with many nights I had to get a taxi home but I am some what of a tight ass or frugal gentleman as I like to call myself so I try to walk as much as possible toward my humble abode before hailing a taxi. The problem with this is the further you head out of the city the less likely you can just jam ya thumb out and pick one up. This one night I decided to tempt fate.

Still a little tipsy and energized by the music buzzing in my head I made my way along Lonsdale Street and out toward East Melbourne until I hit Hoddle Street (2km). That was a nice little trek but it was such a nice night that I felt I had to keep going. I worked my way up Hoddle and reached Swan (1km). Oddly I thought it would be good to do some window shopping at 3.30am so I ventured down Swan and through Richmond all the while with Forest Gump in my head, “I thought I made it as far as Richmond, I thought I may as well keep on going.”

Now, for those who do not reside in Melbourne, Richmond is a rather built up place, is a bit trendy and quite possibly teeming with those who could assault a seemingly fragile young man such as myself, so it was a bit risky. But damn an adventure every once and a while reminds you how good it feels like to be alive! By the time I had made it to Hawthorn I had walked (3km) and thank God I was wearing my BK Hikers. It was at this point when I realized it might be hard to get a taxi off the street, I could always make a call but then I would have to wait and hell, “I thought I made it as far as Hawthorn, I thought I may as well keep on going.”

Up until now everything seems rather boring – so you went on a walk, big deal! But, it was between Richmond and Burnley station where, seemingly in the middle of nowhere rested this scooter. It looked as if it had been left for someone to pick up, so in my tipsy and survivalist state I jumped on board and carried on about my journey. I had never ridden a scooter up until that point and it did take some getting use to, in fact I carried it over my shoulder most of the way home because I couldn’t figure out how to fold up the darn thing.

So here I am carrying this scooter over my shoulder and still about (12km) from home. I ended up going through Camberwell, (where our most awesome office is located) and right through to Glen Iris. I decided make a detour through Glen Iris to cut some time, and I followed what I thought was my Glen Waverly train line home. It ended up being the Alamein line, I panicked!

All was well though as I eventually made it onto Warrigal Road and with home just around the corner I was filled with a new jolt of energy. All did not end well though as the most unforgettable demon named Karma came to sting me in the butt. Warrigal Road with its many nasty peaks and troughs presented me with a good chance to test my skills on my newly aquired scooter. After a few bingles during the night I felt a little more confident to take it for a ride. Bad idea!! Just past High Street I went ass over pecs and busted up my left hand (which ended up being a fracture). After I dusted myself off with over 18km under my belt I finally made it home just in time to see the sun rise over Holmesglen TAFE and I had never felt as relieved to see my bed.

What did that have to do with urban music.. hmm well I did come from a urban music club.. does that make it ok.. no?! Ah whowell cares what you think!