For any of you that have ever been lost you would know the feeling of impending doom, shortly after panic sets in. Yes I must admit that last night I got lost, in a major way. After driving down the same road (well what I thought was the same road anyway!) for a good 20mins, one begins to ponder.. Have I missed the turn? Why are the signs so small? Why does the sun have to shine right into my eyes? Why does there have to be so much traffic? Why today? Why me? And then, the moment of truth, you see something familiar which is somewhat comforting, yet terrifying at the same time.

Then realisation is that Yes you’ve missed the turn. Yes the signs were very small. Yes the sun is right up there. Yes it’s peak hour traffic. Today? The game’s on today. You? You bought the tickets and wanted to go. This familiar inanimate object I stumbled across did happen to be the story bridge at which point I knew it was time to admit I was lost. I’ve driven across the bridge several times, but usually in the opposite direction going home! Ok so figuring I was well on my way to heading into the city, brain quickly thought.. “Go to a quiet side street, call your friend, and figure out how to get the hell outta here”.

Finding a quiet side street in the city isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be! Using “the force” I took the first left off the bridge and the first left off that street. But then magic happened, I recognised the area I was in. Could this be? Could I actually have somewhat familiarised myself with the city? So turning into the first parking lot I found, I rang my friend and arranged to meet him at the train station. Which lead me to my next issue (among many others! But lets not go there ), where on earth is the train station from my current location.

Again, using “the force” I started walking. Lucky for me straight away I found a street very familiar, so soon enough I made it to the train station. My what an adventure it was. Me, not being overly familiar with the city, let alone driving by myself in it, did find it empowering in a way, that although the night could’ve turned out a lot worse (images of me driving around the city until I run out of petrol and getting attacked by some psycho sprung to mind), it all turned out ok in the end.

What about the ROAR game you might ask? Well we got our but kicked… again! But was a pretty good game to watch – even though I froze my butt off because I left my jumper in the car! Just another thing that made the night all the more memorable! hehe.