Was there totally a mouldy bit on my breakfast burger? That's not good.

Dan's 30th birthday - A Dude's Review.

Dan's 30th birthday started at 9:30pm on Friday the 4th of January 2008 at the pub called Transport at Federation Square in the city of Melbourne.

Unfortunately this reviewer arrived much later than the start time in the hope that the heavy drinkers in the group may have achieved an uncatchable alcolholic lead. He had also imagined that he would arrive instantly, completely forgetting to allow for travel time and the 'does public transport even exist these days, if so, in what manner' moments.

Therefore the Dude's Review will begin from approximately 10:30pm:

Venue: Beer = expensive , lighting = good, view = river, staff = quick. 'Transport' is probs a better name than 'Walking Quickly', 'Bus' or 'to carry, move, or convey from one place to another'.

Venue Patrons: Full of yupogans.
2 parts yuppie, one part bogan, these dudes wear designer t-shirts, spend all not-working time at the gym, have textured hair and expensive mobies but still seem dumber than a box of rocks.

As I approached the venue, the doorman/massive beefster of bounce, gave me the obligatory 'hey, how you doin', welcome to our lovely establishment, come right in and we'll look after you'/grunt-nod. I was nervous, I used to hang with these homies every Friday & Saturday night for most of my pre and early 20s. Adventures had been plentiful, jokes had been in, laughs and also playstations had been loud, but I hadn't seen any of them for years, which was my fault and knew I'd cop a hard time about. What if they had changed into balding, fatcats who spoke mainly of investment schemes and private schooling for childs?

Of course, I am idiots because once I found all the tall dudes of lank in the room, curse my normal person height, they were all exactly the same as the olden days, with slight variations in haircuts and shoewear. Although, some of the dudes have bought or are looking to buy property. Huh? Since when does turning 30 mean growing up? Property owners are usually only barons who charge the serfs too much for toiling the land. Anywho, the dudes weren't so keen for drunkeness like I remember, but that was cool seeing as I am at work right this very second 'n' all. Dan had a good birthday, but for a dude who was usually out cold, sleeping in a mate's brother's car before midnight most parties, he was quite the normal. I did a bit alright with the catching up, and the excuses for non attendance of anything for years, and the getting past the ackward gap of all the big things being spoken of to bring yo convo to the small important things of fun.

All in all, I give this event a 7. Could have used more adventures/accidental hilarity.