This is a rare photo of bear-cat in the daytime. I was walking to work cause that evening I was going to celebrate my 10 year anniversary at the union.
I was wearing “my big-boy pants” as Dee calls them. Sometimes she begs me not to wear shorts. “But we live in Queensland,” I say. She then does this big gruff, “UGH!” But just cause I am very nice, I wear my big-boy-pants and she gets a bit chuffed.
And here we are at The Fox reminiscing and shit. It was a great night. 10 years feels like no time at all — but after that night I realised how much stuff had happened and how long ago it happened and it was good to remember it all, tell a few secrets about the old days and just sear it all into the brain so it is up for the 15 year anniversary.
And then Jon found a beer — a “found-beer” from the table behind. I would like to say that we dared him to drink it, but apparently that encouragement wasn’t necessary.
Today was the first ride I had done with Ryan in FOREVER! It was good to see him again.
Then I went to the Aftermath bike polo tourney at West End. Just to say hello.
This is Jamie refereeing. He looks so officious!