We are just back from a weekend in Albury, at the Australian Games Expo.
What a great event! Well organised, fantastic people … we had fun last year, but this year was better, because there was that ‘con buddy’ syndrome of meeting up with people we had met last year. I crapped out in the Settlers tournament, had a blast playing other games, drank too many strawberry margaritas, and spent hours schmoozing for GamesAustralia.
Fraser’s wonderful sister came down from Sydney and spent the weekend looking after the children. On Sunday, she took them to kill stuff.
They went to a “fish and fun” park. Turns out, Biggie is a fishing natural. She put her hook in the water and, just as Auntie was about to warn her about the fishing part of it, she caught her first fish. A little while later, she had four!
Mad props to Auntie, who had to lift one back into the bucket, flopping and flapping and – it doesn’t bear thinking about, really.
This posed a problem. See, we were staying in a motel, and we didn’t have anywhere to cook four rainbow trout (which had, by now, been cleaned). And even if we did, I’m hideously allergic to seafood and would not have gone near the trout.
Fortunately, a kind Albury-sider agreed to take the fish for us. Only problem was, how to get them to her.
Fast forward a few hours. It’s somewhere around midnight, and we’re gaming back at the hotel. Zev from Z-man Games is about to leave. He’s staying with the people who are taking the fish – so I run back to our room and get the fish out of the bar fridge, then plonk them on the table next to him.
They were in a plastic bag, at least.
Use #73 for International visitors: Fish couriers.