Craziness after the youth service

So, the delightfully named youth service "6ish" started at about 6:10 last night. It finished at about 7pm at Ballina Pressie. We went to the Mexican restaurant at Lennox Head and ordered some of their extremely generous serves of nachos in full-sized AlFoil cake tins. I didn't finish it. It was too huge.

One of the guys I was dining with was also on the front cover of the Ballina/Lennox Head and surrounds White Pages. After discussing this, everyone in the room mentioned someone they knew personally who was on the front of a magazine or something. One of the guys was on the TV advertisement for the Worker's Club. Small town. A bit surprising for a city slicker like myself.

"Let's go for a walk!" We went for a walk to the icecream shop. The icecream shop was closed, so the girls just looked in at the darkened shop and drooled.

We keep walking, burning off any excess calories put on by those huge serves of nachos. We get to the playground and start playing on the swings.

A bit of cultural knowledge for any of you south of the Murray. In far north NSW, "Tiggy" (Tag) is known as "Tip". And it's not "you can't tig the baller back", it's "you can't tip the butcher back".

"Let's go down to the beach!" Mind you, it's about 9:30 at this stage. It's dark, the swells are reasonably big, but it's low tide. Some of the guys test the water and declare "we're all going in!" I'm not going in! It's my bedtime in half an hour!

They don't jump in just yet, so we walk down the coast aimlessly looking for a good place to jump in. Some of the guys taunt the girls about the presence of sharks in the water. Most of the people jump in, but a few of us party poopers just watch in the dim light on the beach.

I subtly encourage some of the guys to steal the clothes of some of the guys. They walk down the length of the beach (maybe about 400m) in their underwear.

When we get off the beach, we find their clothes dumped into a tidy pile right underneath the nearest street light. Somebody takes a video on the phone as they walk up.

Another girl does an excellent impression of a dog barking on the way back. She gets all the neighbourhood dogs aggravated. They get all excited and don't stop barking for another half an hour. At which stage the girl's barking again.

I pity the neighbourhood of Lennox Head.

We get back to the house and everyone decides to take a nap in the middle of the street. We discuss life's most fundamental questions, like what to wear at school formals and the wonders an ashpalt bed will do to your back.

We head home at about 11pm, an hour past my bedtime.



Why don't we ever do stuff like that at home?