#TreasonAndTip

The long weekend began for me on Saturday evening as we travelled into Sydney to see the Vivid Light Show. Craig and Chloe had flown in from Brisbane and we were meeting Ness and Mitch in the city too. Wrapped up warm, we headed into the Botanical gardens next to the Opera house to see the lights. I was discussing the TV show The Crown with Ness and telling her how horrified I was when they showed the treasonous scene of the queen putting cream on her scone before the jam.
"I do that!"
I almost choked on air! My look of disgust told her everything she needed to know about how I felt about our relationship after that moment.
"I'm kidding! I don't usually put cream on my scone at all!"
But this only gave me more contempt for her. We walked on in strained silence! I allowed the lights to distract me from the darkness of our conversation.

All around us, pretty colours sparkled as we made our way through the park. One of the nicest displays was by the bridge; they had put loads of lights in the water and were playing soothing music, only the sound of whinging children and babies crying disturbed the peace.

After a while Ness saw a place where you could get your photo taken, everyone reluctantly agreed (I was secretly pleased because I wanted to have a photo but thought it might be a bit tragic to third wheel on Ness and Mitch's picture.) With everyone gathered, we decided that we needed a theme. Nineties boy band immediately sprung to mind and soon everyone was ready with Backstreet Boy poses.
3...2...1...click!
Now change position!
Everyone freaked out!! "We haven't practised another pose!" I don't know if it was the bright lights or an age-old dream to be in a boy-band but out of nowhere, my dad busted out his greatest pose, really working the camera! Chloe seemed to have panicked and looked like she was trying to escape under the metal fencing! The finished product was a masterpiece!

It was all going so well...too well! We were walking, having a good time when...
"Tip!" a finger prodded me hard in the arm, the perpetrator began to run away expecting chase.
"Um? What was that?"
"You know. The game tip!"
Insert look of utter disgust.
"You mean tig?"
"(All Australian's present) err, no it's called tip and you're in Australia so you have to call it tip!"
I refused of course as it was absurdity, just like the expression "how you going?" it makes no sense! But it didn't stop there! They call everything by the wrong name! The only game we agreed on was stuck in the mud and even then we couldn't agree on how the stuck

person is to be freed- always through the legs!

First the scones, now this! It was lucky that the evening was almost over and we would be able to sleep off the abundant anger before seeing each other again the next day for Ness and Mitch's engagement party.

By morning, I had decided to forgive Vanessa for her misdemeanours and put the whole sorry tip/tig jam scone fiasco behind me. We arrived at Mitch's family home and it was just beautiful. Huge plates of food with very intricately arranged hams and crackers laid out ready to be demolished. They told us of their wedding plans and everything sounds so lovely! I'm so sad that I won't be able to be there, I'm sure it will be a lot of fun!

They both love playing games and are equally competitive so decided to whip out a quick game of Pictionary. You know the game where the family on the box are all laughing and looking at each other adoringly. We were not that family! My team were well in the lead, spectacular drawings, quick guesses, we were smashing them!
Unfortunately, the other team couldn't deal with how incredible we were. Accusations of cheating were voiced. People were crying- defeated, drawings slammed for inaccurate depictions of the word! It was

chaos!

It was coming down to the final points. One to win... we were ready. Emily scribbled her picture on the board. "Squid!" Ness shouted.
"Yes!"
Our team all cheered! Now, there are two types of winners in this world. Those that win and are gracious and humble and then our team..."Losers!!" we chanted! We really kicked them while they were down! It was great fun. The win had also helped to mend mine and Ness's relationship and she was now fully forgiven about the scones. We then went on to win Jenga... I may have then lost Jenga BUT no one cared because food was up!

After eating so much that I gave myself chronic abdominal pain, we got hold of the track list and began busting out all the greatest hits of the nineties, we sang like Marvin Gay- the mountain wasn't high enough; the valley not low enough; the river not wide enough, nothing was stopping us getting to you babe...when finally, we had to leave. But not before performing a rendition of ice ice baby! I really want to be at this wedding if this is the level of tuneage that can be expected!

It took hours for my body to de-swell and to be able to breathe like a normal human but it was all worth it for a really great party!