The next day.
Sunday everyone had recovered and we enjoyed our small adventure so much from the previous day that we decided to make it a tradition to do something random.
When I say random it doesn't necessarily mean that we are going to do something outrageous or something we haven't done before, it basically refers to allowing the course of the day to decide your plans for you.
Being the petrol head that I am, a eventful drive was on order. We all jumped in one car, no, not seven people in one car, three of my mates stayed home exhausted and funned out from the previous day's experience.
Blasting my Dub music and driving towards The Dandenongs swerving through mountains, I felt like a Top Gear Host. Guessing my way through the mountains I was sure to come across civilization, or a road sign at anytime.
We came across an intersection and a sign saying Monbulk Road an being a fan of the Monbulk Jam we decided to take a chance. With a few glances at a sign here and flipping the Melway pages there, we managed to accidentally arrive at the Observatory,
Sky High Mt. Dandenong. It was a little while before we realised where we were but the important thing is that we arrived.
Little to our surprise there was a wedding at the reception hall. This is how it goes, four single middle class women dressed like dags, one beautiful bride, about eight very attractive best men and a three tire cake.
"Oh dang!"Running back to the car where I'm sure to have a closet full of cloth in the boot for myself and my special ladies, we frocked up the best we could and made our way to the wedding to strut our stuff.
We took a risk here that not everyone was going to agree but we are young and easily bored, we shall not be judged for our actions. Walking into the hall and talking to the other guests, we totally pulled a move from Wedding Crashers the movie.
Laughing when people laughed, cheering when the bride and groom danced. It was magic and I realised that I absolutely love weddings. To think in a couple of years my mates will marry and I'll be invited to witness their very gutsy life change.
We left before anyone realised that we were phonies, none of us got any dice at the best men and I didn't get my slice of cake.
Looking through the binoculars into the city changed everything. The city seemed so small and all the people we knew who made a fuss about the Melbourne Cup seemed silly because true peace and beauty was right here where we were standing. Far from anything we know, sharing someone's happy day in one of Victoria's most elegant reserves.
Looking through the binoculars
