Narn

What a… errr..... ummm..... interesting evening I have had.

I am back in the hood at the moment, having moved back into the heart of happening Brisbane from the south side suburbs. That being the case, I was not too surprised, when this afternoon, several loud noises interrupted my internet browsing. Soon after I was re-interrupted by a phone call from a friend who lives near by (apparently with crazy people) asking me if I had heard the gun shots. Being unwilling to be distracted, I told him that yes, I had heard the firecrackers, and hung up. Who has firecrackers? Not anyone in my neighborhood I subsequently discovered.

The night became even more interesting when another friend of mine turned up distressed and wanting a place to stay. As anyone who bothers to read this probably knows, I thrive on company and people to play with, so this was a significant event.  Unfortunately, she could not be coerced into tree-climbing or any other fun things, and merely needed to rant. That was ok. I enjoy a good rant. So I cracked out the Baileys, chocolate and red wine and settled in for a joint ranting session.

Just when our rant was in full swing, there came another knock at the door. It was the friend that had called me earlier. He was also visibly shaken and needed somewhere to stay. Apparently his house had just been raided by police (with guns and all) and this had something to do with the loud noises I had heard earlier, which were in fact gun shots. (Yes, I did feeling pretty freaking bad for hanging-up). There were also other details about dudes with baseball bats and a whole lot of craziness which I will leave out in the interests of not being murdered. This called for more than wine and Baileys, so out came the scotch.

And then the world exploded....

Well no. It didn’t, and alas, this entry cannot be finished with a bigger and better story. That being said though, I doubt I’ll get a more exciting night to write about for a while.