Sometimes I like to make a point of things, just to get the maximum fun out of things. It can range from asking everyone I meet if they knew that Pastizzi’s are originally from Malta instead of Italy, or to more elaborate schemes that involve action. Why? Merely because it’s a great ice breaker, and it can lead to brilliant stories. A good example was proven one night on the town in Melbourne, when I created a record in order to prove the point in a story I’d like to call:
“no offence Sydney, but Melbourne is friendlier!”
It was a brittle cold night in the middle of August, I was lucky enough to have found myself in Melbourne with my brother Richard (or Ace as I like to call him). We were at home-base enjoying a long lost friend in the form of red wine by the warmth of a brilliant fireplace, when we decided to step onto the uber reliable train network and head into the CBD to enjoy what nightlife Melbourne has to offer.
On our way in we had a casually loud drunken argument about how Melbourne shits over Sydney by the ways of friendly people. I held the point that people in Sydney would ignore you, even if your lying dead on the street corner, whilst in Melbourne; they would at least try to have a conversation with the dead body before moving on from boredom. Whilst Ace held the counter. So in my drunken wisdom I threw down the challenge:
“I bet I can totally high 5 30 people tonight before 2am, just to prove how wrong you are!”
So it was underway, I casually got up on the train and went to all the patrons and high 5’d them. 7 people down, 23 to go. Piece of cake. Ace was beginning to doubt the challenge, I was beginning to curse not putting some form of prize that I could earn!
We stumbled off the train, where I high 5’d two more strangers, cheering on their awesomeness. We walked out onto Flinders street where we got lost looking for a certain pub, so I decided to then ask some street beat cops for help. I staggered up and asked for directions, which they gave easily, I then asked for a lift via piggy back to which they laughed and said no. Three more high 5’s were exchanged between me and the boys in blue and away we went.
18 high 5’s left. This challenge was proving to be too easy.
The rest of the night from then on was a blur, due to savvy friends with bottomless wallets buying drinks and willing punks to devour said savvy drinks. Even though I did party and drink a large portion of my memory into the abyss, all I can remember was the final tally of high 5’s; since my courageous confidence was blasting me way into overdrive, pursuing high 5’s from any stranger in the closest vicinity.
65 people all up high 5’d a stranger in the dark cold streets of Melbourne. What a record! I plan to break that next time I’m there again, and maybe to try this record in Sydney to prove a larger point. But either way, both cities are amazing for their reasons, but Melbourne won over that night because it was a willing participant in a casual drunken social experiment. No offence Sydney, but prove me wrong, prove me wrong!