in search of maccas

Had a fun adventure with Ray on Friday night. Won't bother retelling the story in detail - as I found out later, it doesn't actually sound as great in story form. It basically involved hanging out at the The Normanby Hotel after the Broncos game at Suncorp Stadium, catching up with mates and running into an old friend of a friend I'd really only met once (and several years ago at that, probably around 2003 - shame my short term memory is nothing like my long term one). From there it was a lot of walking, not being able to get a car out of a carpark due to someone else breaking a garage door, lots of walking, forgetting house keys in said car, more walking, camping out at a couple of different deserted bus stops waiting for late night buses passing by very occasionally at early hours of the morning, amusing conversations with bus drivers and security guards, ignoring the rambling folk in the back seat of the bus...

The whole time we just wanted some Maccas. Many hours (and a drive thru) later, we found ourselves eating said Maccas and watching infomercials at 3:30am. And then I got a phone call at 7am, waking me from my slumber on the floor. Eat your heart out, Harold and Kumar. This was Wahoo and Ray in search of Maccas. Kinda similar, but without the sex, drugs and Neil Patrick Harris... In other words, nowhere near as cool. But still amusing. Well, to me anyway.