2017 and 2019 were completely different to me
But i loved them both equally.
Ill tell you a funny story that encapsulates '19 .....
In '17, me and snake were looting bws in swan st and dancing to a horn section tigerland and chanting woooo jason castagne, till the sun come up.
In '19, we went back to our hotel, where we had crownies and champas on ice, and watched the replay.
Then we stepped out to QT rooftop bar, where the doorman had been unlocking the lift up for us during the week, for our midday margarita lead up.
Me and snake roll up. Its a different gatekeeper.
'We'll just go up to your roof establishment sir'
'Um youlle have to remove the richmond Guernseys gentlemen. House policy. No football colors'
'It a jumper son. A richmond jumper. We just won the premiership, this is melbourne, and fortunately for you, you only have 1 option here. Here is your option; stick your key in the lift, we go up , we drink, in our tiger jumpers. we may choose to sing tigerland (we cant know that at this point), then we leave your establishment. And you get to retain our money. So,'
'I'll have to get the manager'
Manager arrives, corroborates the house policy, listens to the limited array of option, goes
'Ok, ill make an exception this once, but you cant sing tigerland'
So me and snake break the glass ceiling and hit the top.
Here is where it becomes strange, serendipitous, or perfectly normal, depending how your life has unfolded to this point.
I order us
'a couple of margaritas, made sour and cold, on the finest, dusty'est anejo tequilla you can find please sir'
The barman puts alot of love into our glorious beverages, and goes
'Thats $95'
I handed him a hundred and he handed me two 2 dollar coins and a marlion pickett badge.
Me and snake drink the delicious cocktails in a small number a carefree gulps, burst into a rousing rendition of tigerland
And leave.