So once again, there was a party at Danny's place. And once again, i completely forgot. As always, it was amazing. People talked to me like an old friend, girls came up to me and talked to me, and I got my shirt off (no bikini for me this year). For some reason, i entered in a good mood tonight, and people really responded to it well. I think because I knew what it was going to be like.
Anyway, the point of this blog was to tell you, the proverbial reader, a story.
On the way home, I stopped at that Shell petrol station at the intersection of where McDonald's is in the Bean Park Rail, to purchase a beverage for my journey home. As I was paying, a gentleman came in and asked if he was going the correct way to go up Mount Ousley. The guy behind the counter was giving him weird directions involving the round-a-bout at the other end of the Bean Park and Picton Road. He still seemed a little fuddled so i informed him that i was driving past the bottom of Mount Ousley, and that he could follow me if he wanted. We went outside and I informed him that when i waved my arm out the window, it meant he should get in the right lane and go right up Mount Ousley, and i would be going left to the northern suburbs. He seemed ok with that.
So we get to the bottom of Mount Ousley, and I waved my arm out the window, but he kept following me over the overpass. I stopped just before the Fairy Meadow exit and he pulled up behind me. I told him that he took the wrong turn, but if he followed me to the round-a-bout near Fairy Meadow McDonald's, he could follow that road back to the freeway. This time, as we drove past McDonald's, he turned left towards the freeway and I plodded along the highway home.
I don't know who the guy was, or why he was travelling to Liverpool at this time of night. I wished him luck as we were stopped after the overpass, and I hope he got there ok.