The recovery session.

I was told about these recovery sessions that were going to happen. Apparently after every indoor game we were going to go to the beach and go in the water in what is called a recovery session according to Andrew. We made our way to Brighton beach after the game and stripped off down to our underpants and made our way into the water. It was already past midnight and if there’s one thing I hate more than the beach, it’s the beach at night time. I actually don’t mind the beach during the day, it is just when it is at night, it is my most hated thing in the world. Okay, maybe not in the world but just... night beach, I hate it.

I was told that a recovery session is just going to be walking up to the water, getting like waist deep or something, and then making our way back to shore, dry off and go somewhere else. We ended up stripping down to our underpants, or if you’re Brett, down to nothing. We swam deeper than I would have liked to, and what didn’t help was when these random girls on the jetty started screaming out words like ‘shark’, ‘sting ray,’ and all these other words. That didn’t really bother me but then this other guy; further up on the jetty asked us how the water was. We replied saying that it was actually good and he said something like ‘that’s good. There are a fuck load of crabs out tonight though!’ and when he said this, everyone ran back to shore... not just me, so I felt like less of a pussy, and more of a piece of a pussy that contributed to the huge pussy that we all had... if that makes sense.

It was today that I realised something that I hate even more than swimming in the ocean at night. I hate calling people back more than anything, especially with my phone. In a world where everyone that I know is on either Optus or 3, I am stuck on Telstra prepaid. The only perk or bonus or whatever you call it that I get is that I can text any Telstra person for one cent, which would be great if everyone else was on Telstra. The only people I know that are on Telstra are my brother, my dad and my mum. Dad doesn’t text so I don’t text him, I don’t text my brother ever and I only ever have to text my mum when the text is something like ‘I’ll be home late tonight’ or ‘I’m not coming home tonight’ and her response can be anything from ‘ok’ to ‘ok xx’.

Brett called me this morning and I missed it because I was in the shower, I get out of the shower and call him back, as you do, and we were talking for exactly forty five seconds according to my recent calls, and I somehow had like three dollars less credit than I had before I called him. If I were on 3, that call would have cost me nothing, it just would have taken out forty five seconds out of my minutes. Now I don’t know how to end this blog, so I’m going to leave you with one of the funniest things I have ever seen on Youtube, ever. All credit for the finding of this video goes to Aaron, enjoy.