Operation Bullfrog

I have an inkling of the amount of effort and planning that the Best Man must go through in putting together a buck’s night. I can only imagine that the challenge of organizing the activities and bookings would be further complicated if you had to do it from half way around the world. Saying that though I think Cel managed to pull up a fantastic effort from Boston, with a little “local” help from Dan and Ding.

The day actually started off a little earlier than I thought it would. By day, I’m referring to anything that contributed towards my physical state the following morning. Cel and Ding have had an ongoing Squash rivalry that has only increased over the past year. Cel’s inability to thwart Ding hasn’t dampened his confidence however and all predictions on his part were fairly confident of a resounding victory. We drove to a squash court in Mt Gravatt to put the issue to rest and sadly the underdog was sent running tail ‘tween legs once again.



I played four sets against Cel, winning two and dropping two but could not find the stamina to finish the game. I didn’t think I was too shabby considering I haven’t touched a squash racquet in over three years. In fairness Cel wasn’t exactly playing his best against me though. We then adjourned to the balcony so that I could nurse my aching thighs and watch Ding get beaten by a girl in the next court.

It was then time for dinner so we caught a train into the city to meet up with lads from work at the Jade Buddha on Riverside. Food was good and the booze started flowing so it’s at this point that my memory probably starts to get a little hazy. Great company though and it was nice to see everyone getting along. Now if I can just get Ding and Cel to stop screaming the Irish curses that Dave taught them.

After dinner we adjourned to Strike Bowling for a quick game of ten pin and more boozing. Blood alcohol level was getting up there by this point but I managed to somehow break a hundred in my wobbly state. Highlight of the night was the fact that both Cel and I beat Ding in a sport! Sad thing was that Ding had drunk the least of all of us by this point.

The rest of the night merged into one pub after another as Dave and Dom led us on a misguided quest to find a decent pint of Guinness in the city. Somehow this eventually resulted in us entering a gay bar in Spring Hill filled with karaoke, lots of gyrating men and a very tall ‘woman’ that would have been quite at home on the set of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. I believe it was at this point that all hope was lost.

Final score for the night before stumbling through the casino looking for a cab:

6 Bourbon and Cokes
3 Screwdrivers
3 Shots of Green Chartruse
1 Jaeger Bomber

All up a pretty good night out on the town.