Whether you've dissappeared for a day, woke up clutching a saucepan, or led an army of ants to battle; what are some of the ridiculously absurd things you've ever done?
- On New Years Day, I came back to a friend's party 14 hours after "leaving for half an hour" to pick someone up - covered in sand, wearing a water-logged and ruined designer dress, missing my knee length dress coat, carrying my stilhetos in one hand and clutching a half dead long stemmed red rose in the other. I thought it was a good idea to go swimming at midnight under the fireworks, and build sandcastles against the night's sky.
- I was in the city one weekend for some light shopping, and didn't notice that the main streets of Townhall and Central were closed without notice. I took a couple of backstreets, turned at a few blocked intersections, and before long was about three suburbs away in China Town. Walking around in what seemed like circles, I crossed a street where many people had gathered thinking I could ask for directions - I took a few steps backwards, and got stuck marching in the Chinese New Year parade. Naturally, I played right along untill the next corner, where I ducked out and ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
- It was a late Sunday evening, and a few friends and I had caught the city on the last train on a spontaneous whim of youthful recklessness. The youngest of us was still under the legal age for clubbing, so in the spirit of our youth we devised a story for why the friend did not have ID. We glossed on every detail - from his status as an 'Turkish exchange student', who had been staying with us with only a 'passaporte' back at the house, to several minutes of translation in actual Turkish of how we'd promised to "show him the sights of Oxford st" appealing to the gentle nature of the 7'0" security guards that his sexuality was not so openly accepted in his home country, and we wanted to demonstrate the caring nature of Sydney. Not only were we refused entry, we were advised strongly through fits of laughter to "go and have a coffee or five"and "come back later".
- On New Years Day, I came back to a friend's party 14 hours after "leaving for half an hour" to pick someone up - covered in sand, wearing a water-logged and ruined designer dress, missing my knee length dress coat, carrying my stilhetos in one hand and clutching a half dead long stemmed red rose in the other. I thought it was a good idea to go swimming at midnight under the fireworks, and build sandcastles against the night's sky.
- I was in the city one weekend for some light shopping, and didn't notice that the main streets of Townhall and Central were closed without notice. I took a couple of backstreets, turned at a few blocked intersections, and before long was about three suburbs away in China Town. Walking around in what seemed like circles, I crossed a street where many people had gathered thinking I could ask for directions - I took a few steps backwards, and got stuck marching in the Chinese New Year parade. Naturally, I played right along untill the next corner, where I ducked out and ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction.
- It was a late Sunday evening, and a few friends and I had caught the city on the last train on a spontaneous whim of youthful recklessness. The youngest of us was still under the legal age for clubbing, so in the spirit of our youth we devised a story for why the friend did not have ID. We glossed on every detail - from his status as an 'Turkish exchange student', who had been staying with us with only a 'passaporte' back at the house, to several minutes of translation in actual Turkish of how we'd promised to "show him the sights of Oxford st" appealing to the gentle nature of the 7'0" security guards that his sexuality was not so openly accepted in his home country, and we wanted to demonstrate the caring nature of Sydney. Not only were we refused entry, we were advised strongly through fits of laughter to "go and have a coffee or five"and "come back later".