|
We decided we wanted to rally the troops together to launch an all-out offensive on the unsuspecting phillies, so we made a few calls and met up with our fast bowling attack in Alfie and Skinny Seymour and scouted Nick Bogar along the way. Alfie (Stiffler) and Skinny made it a family affair by introducing the Prahran boys to frocked up Debbie Alford (Stiffler’s Mum). Willow
(Finch) was quick to serenade her with his poetry and masterful command of tantra, knowing full well that women are like a fine wine…they always get better with age. However Willow was quickly put in his place, as Ms.Alford explained to all of us, “You’re not in the 2’s with my Leigh so you’re no good”. A dejected Willow was left to ponder what could’ve been.
By about 1pm we were suffering severe neck soreness, dubbed “Meerkat Syndrome” and the combination of beer and sun was starting to take a toll. Jimmy Wild was the only one who enjoyed any luck on the track…but his tourettes shone through when security refused him entry to the beer tent because he looked “Under 18”. Despite arguing that no-one under the age of 25 could grow a meaner, fuller looking moustache like his if they tried the bouncer sent him to get a “I’m over 18” wristband. Mike McLaughlin has vowed to take Wildy under his wing and take him to new heights with the latest addition to his top lip, which will no doubt have the ladies all over him in no time.
The Prahran boys woes with the punting came to an end when we managed to back the trifecta in the VRC Oakes race. A close race and we got up, the Prahran boys were in hysteria! Willow was even pulling out his infamous “Straunchanie” dance. Sealo, the experienced campaigner at Flemington pulled out the “strut” to the TAB line where he casually handed over the ticket and asked for “all green-backs thanks”, to which the TAB lady handed over a 50 and a 20. Seals in pure disbelief looked at the woman “Is that each?!” to which the lady merely shook her head. If you were there to witness Wildy’s tourrettes over the beer drinking saga, it was nothing compared to this. The poor bloke almost exploded over the disbelief that we weren’t instant millionaires.
By around 5pm the lads had decided that Flemington had taken more from us than we had wanted to give so we thought that Chapel Street would benefit more from our presence. The train ride home was entertaining; BJ’s partying ways from the night before were beginning to show through, virtually falling asleep on his feet.
The Imperial hotel provided us with a chance for another 8 or 9 jugs with not a drop being wasted. The baby giraffe Liam Murphy made an appearance and his arrival signaled the “second wind” for the night…so for a change we left Bridies alone and headed to Frostbites. Jaegarbombs and Slushy Jugs were all the rage, and the appearance of serial circuit player Dave Hussey with a beautiful blonde lass hanging off his arm lifted the lads. It was to be the final stop for the night, BJ content not to leave as he somehow met 7 Swedish girls who just “love the cricket match”!
Many a headache and many a laugh, the Prahran boys made a huge day of Ladies Day, and will be looking to hit it even larger next year! | 
