What a massive week it has been. This is my first post for 10 days or so as I have been away up in Queensland in my home town. This post involves a world record attempt, a hangover and the Socceroos..
I was in Qld for the ‘World’s Greatest Pub Fest’. This is an event that is held every year on the Queens Birthday long weekend and it involves attempting to break the Guinness world record for the ‘World’s Biggest Pub Crawl’.
My home town currently holds the world record of 4718 attendees on the crawl. To be counted as an official attendee of the crawl, you have to visit at least 10 pubs, and purchase a drink (alcoholic or softdrink/water) from each of the pubs to get a stamp on a pub crawl ticket. The crawl starts at 11.00am and you have to hand your completed ticket in by 6.00pm.
I had been planning on attending the pub fest for a few months and had been looking forward to it, booking my flights etc well in advance. What I didn’t realise back then, was that Australia’s first game in the World Cup would be on at 4.00am the morning following the pub crawl. I had also been waiting in anticipation for this game for months.. I love the world cup!
Anyway I decided that if I was sensible on the pub crawl, that I would be able to do both the pub crawl, and be in a fit enough state to get up at 4am to watch the big game.
The pub crawl started sensibly enough. I decided I was going to drink light or mid-strength beer, and drink water in between each drink. We could only fit one drink in at each pub to make sure we got to all required 10 pubs. We actually managed to complete the 10 pubs by 4.00pm, so it was pretty good going really. And, I was still in a good state, having kept myself reasonably hydrated and staying on the lighter beers and waters. Then I caught up with a couple of mates I hadn’t seen for years and things went downhill rapidly.
I believe it was about 10.00pm when I got home. I was not in a fit state at all really.... hardly a fit enough state for anyone to seriously believe that I would be any chance of getting up to watch the soccer anyway. But, somehow I managed to get myself to bed and set the alarm clock to get up in time, and even managed to have the foresight to put it far enough out of reach to ensure I would have to get out of bed to switch it off.
The alarm went off as it was programmed to do at 3.45am. I woke up with a start.. with a thumping, pounding headache and a throat as dry as the Simpson Desert. I stumbled out of bed, banged into a couple of walls, made my way to the couch and settled in to watch the soccer. I struggled to focus on the tv. I felt crook. My head pounded more as the game went on. And we got flogged 4-0.
Later on after I had consumed a nice greasy breakfast and a few nurofen I considered why on earth I would go through the pain of getting up and going through that when I normally wouldn’t trouble myself to get out of bed before 10 o’clock after night like the one before. It all comes down to the ‘why’... Australia playing in the world cup was something I had really been looking forward to for a long time and I didn’t want to miss it. If you really want to do something badly enough, you will push yourself and do things that you wouldn’t normally do.. even if it is a bit silly, or even if there is a bit of pain or discomfort involved.
Have a great week guys,
PS – I found my beer card in my jacket pocket the next morning. Turns out I forgot to hand it in. After all that, I didn’t even get counted towards the final official pub crawl tally.