By lex, on November 7th, 2006
The last time I was in Perth, WA I was headed to a local watering hole with a pair of buddies at a time of the “evening” that had gotten past being late and was well on the way to being early again. We probably didn’t need another beer. But we wanted one. I mean, it was Perth.
The folks we met just outside the bar definitely didn’t need any more. There was a European couple there – the guy was English, and the girl from Eire – young backpackers they were, both of them reeling drunk. They went to cross the street when she stumbled and fell by the curb. By an unfortunate twist of fate, her friend lurched the other way at just the same moment. A mixed group of American sailors and locals, about six or seven young men, saw this from a different angle than I did and sadly misinterpreted the scene.