Those Wacky Minnesotans...
...And their Drain Prom.
'Prom' isnt really anything Australian. Over here its called a 'Formal'. My formal, to celebrate the end of year 12 constituted the only time i ever wore a suit. God knows what happened to that suit, hell, for all i know my parents may still have it in some long forgotten closet. It was a double breasted suit, as im not a fan of Tuxedo's. I recall it costing around $200, my head must have been in a funny place to fork out that much (hah not that its fuck all by comparison to what suits can cost) for it. At least, i guess, i bought it rather than hiring it, although given i havent even known where its been the last 8 years i might as well have hired it.
My formal was fun. I had a 'date' of sorts. A girl named Isobel. We were friends, but not greatly, and were going with each other simply cos it was fun and expected. As soon as we got to the venue, a fancy restraunt in Glebe, we went our own ways and as it went i ended up taking a big bite out of the contents of a straining black gown, something that proved to be more than i could chew, a mouthful that lasted almost a year and that i ended up choking on a few times before finally spitting out. It was i guess, also the night when i first discovered just how hard (hah!) it is to dance with a mad boner.
FUCKLOADS more fun, would appear to be the Minnesotan Urban Explorers Drain Prom, held, of all places in a dry side tunnel of the old Bassets Creek Storm Drain... 'Old' cos Bassets Creek Tunnel was replaced in the late 1980's by the infamous and most certainly fabulous Lower Bassets Creek Tunnel, aka The Canoe/Waterfall Tunnel. While holding a Prom in The Lower Bassets would equate a quite possibly fatal version of a pool party, getting a crew of the cities finest gowned and tuxedoed explorers into old Bassetts Creek, would have seemed to me almost as implausible.
But those Wacky Minnesotans made it look easy.
Boats, Pirate Ships, Kayaks, Dinghies... none of the inflatable Explorer 100/200 crap we Sydney Cave Clanners use... real Wacky Minnesotans use real boats. And with the kind of class and decorum that would have the worlds most rich and privelidged pulling the silver spoons from their mouths only to turn and see the reflection of their jelously weeping faces in the spoons gleaming ladels. I wish id been there, as im sure the likes of Flame, Agent Kaos and Gatsby would have also.
Mr X has a portrait gallery of all the glamourous young spelunkers, proof that even New York's Ars Subterrania and Jinx Project can be out shone when it comes to classy, original underground thinking.
Bravo.
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Off topic... I never played much of GTA: Vice City or San Andreas when they came out. Now that ive just finished Vice City and started on San Andreas... is it just me or does San Andreas look kinda graphically shithouse given than its the newer of the two...?
'Prom' isnt really anything Australian. Over here its called a 'Formal'. My formal, to celebrate the end of year 12 constituted the only time i ever wore a suit. God knows what happened to that suit, hell, for all i know my parents may still have it in some long forgotten closet. It was a double breasted suit, as im not a fan of Tuxedo's. I recall it costing around $200, my head must have been in a funny place to fork out that much (hah not that its fuck all by comparison to what suits can cost) for it. At least, i guess, i bought it rather than hiring it, although given i havent even known where its been the last 8 years i might as well have hired it.
My formal was fun. I had a 'date' of sorts. A girl named Isobel. We were friends, but not greatly, and were going with each other simply cos it was fun and expected. As soon as we got to the venue, a fancy restraunt in Glebe, we went our own ways and as it went i ended up taking a big bite out of the contents of a straining black gown, something that proved to be more than i could chew, a mouthful that lasted almost a year and that i ended up choking on a few times before finally spitting out. It was i guess, also the night when i first discovered just how hard (hah!) it is to dance with a mad boner.
FUCKLOADS more fun, would appear to be the Minnesotan Urban Explorers Drain Prom, held, of all places in a dry side tunnel of the old Bassets Creek Storm Drain... 'Old' cos Bassets Creek Tunnel was replaced in the late 1980's by the infamous and most certainly fabulous Lower Bassets Creek Tunnel, aka The Canoe/Waterfall Tunnel. While holding a Prom in The Lower Bassets would equate a quite possibly fatal version of a pool party, getting a crew of the cities finest gowned and tuxedoed explorers into old Bassetts Creek, would have seemed to me almost as implausible.
But those Wacky Minnesotans made it look easy.
Boats, Pirate Ships, Kayaks, Dinghies... none of the inflatable Explorer 100/200 crap we Sydney Cave Clanners use... real Wacky Minnesotans use real boats. And with the kind of class and decorum that would have the worlds most rich and privelidged pulling the silver spoons from their mouths only to turn and see the reflection of their jelously weeping faces in the spoons gleaming ladels. I wish id been there, as im sure the likes of Flame, Agent Kaos and Gatsby would have also.
Mr X has a portrait gallery of all the glamourous young spelunkers, proof that even New York's Ars Subterrania and Jinx Project can be out shone when it comes to classy, original underground thinking.
Bravo.
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Off topic... I never played much of GTA: Vice City or San Andreas when they came out. Now that ive just finished Vice City and started on San Andreas... is it just me or does San Andreas look kinda graphically shithouse given than its the newer of the two...?