Premature Endings

It was a night of premature demises.

'A' got pissed drunk as usual and insisted the night should go on. We took a tram to Melbourne Central. There he threw up and turned back to his place by cab.

I proceeded to Yeff and Shaun's place, then to Hungry Jacks and back to his place, playing Liberty City Stories to fill my time till 5.

I was late to Fed Square. The main area was 'full' and the police denied entry, thus I had to go down the road to another screen, bigger but on a muddy area. Since I couldn't join Andrew and Kwek at the main area, home I went after the first half. The Croatian coach sure was hilarious as hell.

At time of writing the match had just ended. Aussies must have had quite a suspense in the last-second Croatian (uncounted) goal. 2-2. Good work Socceroos.