Hanging with the Dunies

the aftermath...

As we amped ourselves for the upcoming gig that night with cheap beers and Asian food, we had no idea what we were in for...

Sufficiantly psyched, we set out to find the Comet Club (the venue, not far from the ghetto place) and were only slightly concerned for the journey back. As we were slightly early, we downed some good Bavarian beers and chatted to the bar maid at the empty bar across the road before finally heading over to see the Dune Rats play.

We were rewarded with possibly the most unforgettable experience as part of a very intimate gig, with events pretty much as follows...  Had a good chat to Brett pre-show (nice guy!). Watched the support act (German punk?). Got hit with a drumstick thrown by BC. Drank plenty more beers. Rocked out  to the Dunies at stage front. Wandered the streets with Melbournians post-show. Stalked by possible drug-dealers. Ran into the Dunies again. Invited to hang with them at their hostel down the road. Played foosball with a Pile Rat. Drank more beer. Ate kebabs with the Dunies (consequently introduced to the best kebabs ever). Starred in potential music video with the Dunies. Tricked into losing the 'odds game' by BC (but the kebab was not going in the tree). Surrendered to fatigue and drunkenness around 2am (taxi time!).