"White people"

Have you guys ever been to a white people BBQ? I'm asking because most of the people who do read this aren't white. I celebrated Straya Day last night with some of my mates and it's definitely a breath of fresh air to hang with my own kind... By that I mean idiots. Haha but seriously the guys I've been hanging around for the last year or so now are pretty... Weird. It stems from the PDHPE crew back in Year 11 and 12, of which led me to meet a bunch of guys in their mid 20's. They're pretty cool people but at the same time I don't think my definition of "cool" fits the textbook. Anyway, I was invited over to Ryan's brother's (Mark) house for a BBQ - You know, sausages and steak with sides of salad and pasta bake - Pretty white stuff.

When I arrived at Mark's house I tried to help set up a little. Elias, Aiden, Aaron and Nat (One of Elias' mates) arrived earlier. Elias and Aiden went to grab the table from the shed, and they called me over to pick up the mini fridge next to it. "Mark said we need the mini fridge. C'mon ABH, go take it over." It was pretty awkward to carry but of course in front of your mates you don't want to be a bitch (However I'm pretty sure I was established one back in year 11). Mark's two dogs (Ava the big ass Rockwheeler and Onix the black, furry thing) weaved between us the whole night so I had to swerve back and forth carrying the heavy ass fridge. I plop it down next to the BBQ and Mark looks me dead in the eye "Why'd you bring the fridge? Ava ripped the cords - It doesn't even work." This is why I have trust issues.

The BBQ was set for roughly 6:00, so of course most people arrived around like 7:30. All the older guys started pouring in along with their partners. One of them in particular, by the name of Reece, rolls up wearing trackies and around his neck he had a wine sac like one of those medieval drink satchels. For the rest of the night he sipped the damn thing and went through at least three bottles of wine. Watching him slowly lose control over his actions led me to question whether he was more sane drunk.

Anyway the night went along smoothly; plenty to drink and eat, good company, Ryan stepped in dog shit half way through the night... Smoothly.

We had a bonfire going the whole night. Eventually they decided to chuck in the carton that held the brand new Eski. This big fucking carton easily covered the entire bonfire pit. The entire thing set ablaze and Mark came running out of the house, whipped the hose out and extinguished the grass fire we started. It's funnier because they just sold the house, of which now has a huge black spot in the backyard.

Later into the night the older guys disappeared inside for a good 10 minutes to burst out wearing different coloured short-shorts. They danced around for a good half hour in various parts of the house.

Ehh.

By the end of the night they were spear tackling everything. Including the dogs? Especially the dogs.

Yeah this story is pretty anti-climactic at this point... I just said bye and went home...


#WhitePeople