Afterwards, a small hard-core group took a taxi out to the Valley, to an intimate little establishment called Troubadours. They sold tequila jelly cups with lychee bits in it to make up for the lack of worm. Delicious. The night lasted well into the wee hours.
On coming home I had to wake up Sarah to join us. (Although I have no photo evidence, I can say that some people ended up in their underpants...) A couple of hours sleep followed.
Everyone but me ended up going home on Saturday. I had to spend the last night alone in the haunted university residences. To make it even worse, the fans had been taken away! I didn't sleep all night.
On coming home to Melbourne I turned up the air conditioner to freezing and sat under the vent. Oh cold... oh blessed Melbourne cold...
