Sunday, December 04, 2005


Perhaps you heard me on Friday, griping about the other high school's having a team of Australian basketball players staying with them. Alison had invited me to see a game after school, but walking there in 20-degree weather wasn't appealing.

Hence the impromptu Saturday-night arrangement to see a game between Alison's school and the Australians. This game was being held at yet a third high school, half an hour away. So, Alison, her friend Angela, and I, waited in Alison's room. We read Seventeen, talked about Australia, dogs, matricide, nail polish, and that crazy sign I made for Skater K on Monday night.

Sherry and Dana arrived at last, Sherry's mother being our ride to the distant school. Sherry's mother's van is modified for a wheelchair. Alison and Sherry rode on the floor, an arrangement that did not please the righteous Dana. The van's GPS system guided us to our destination ("Half mile, right turn").

Figuring we'd manage to find the gym, we ducked out like a group of secret operatives and tried some doors. They looked like the school's main doors, but were locked. We got ourselves back into the van and drove around the building. "Maybe those weren't the main doors," reflected Sherry. "Maybe that's just where they like to put their signs."

So we tried some more doors. And then some more. No dice.

More. And some more. Still no dice. So we tried some more.

Alright! It was almost half over.

Halftime. This kid standing around doing nothing started talking to us. He said he was half-Australian, the only the half-ethnicity in his school, no, the only half-ethnicity in the freshman class at his school, no, the only half-ethnicity among his friends. Then he told us that, no, he was "a nobody" and didn't have any friends. He also wasn't sure if he'd been born here or there. Creep. It must have been Sherry's Nerds Rope. Yuck.

In the end, only Alison actually got to talk to an Australian, and hers wasn't much interested. But those other four or five girls - the ones sitting with them, stomping their feet and yelling "whoosh" with every free throw - they created a publicity mĂȘlee after the game. Even though the Aussies lost by some fifty points.

So we waited for our ride home, talking about Shelby on top of a parking garage, hobos with laptops, and why distant vacuums sound like emos singing. The Australians and Americans went out to their buses together. None of the adults looked at us, but almost of all of the players glanced our way. Sherry called, "Bye!" at the Australian team.

One of them said something back, either, "See you" or, "Cheers".


Anonymous Sophie said...

According to Alison, if you say "Ozzieozzieozzieozzieozzie" to an Australian, he will say, "Oyoyoyoyoy" back.

She lies. But glad you had fun.

December 04, 2005 12:52 PM  
Anonymous Gina said...

cheers lover!
how SEXY
im not kidding
hehe aussies=muy caliente

December 08, 2005 8:04 PM  
Blogger The Great Blue Donkey said...

meh, i wasnt to much interested in the australians... they were really kinda boring... but I know Amber had a heck of a good time talking with them. W/e.. I've had my share of foriegn guys

December 08, 2005 9:48 PM  
Blogger thebluestbutterfly said...


December 10, 2005 2:18 PM  
Blogger Priya said...

lol. sounds fun. I didn't get to see them but i think only one was actually hot...Victor (do u know him?) actually went up to one of them and started singing Tong Hua, lol. and danka, what exactly counts as foreign ?

December 10, 2005 5:42 PM  
Blogger The Great Blue Donkey said...

damn it you idiot Priya, why can't I call Polish guys foriegn? I've never actually lived there for more than two months at a time with like two years in between each time.

December 11, 2005 5:38 PM  
Blogger Priya said...

ooohhhh...comprende! I thought that when you said foreign, you well i get it now, but i thought you meant a sorta-kinda foreign...nevermind!

December 12, 2005 8:22 PM  
Anonymous Alison said...

No, Sophie, it's just "OZZIE OZZIE OZZIE". Then they say "OY OY OY". Rather juvenile, but fun.

December 12, 2005 9:46 PM  
Anonymous Shelby said...


December 12, 2005 10:44 PM  
Anonymous Dave said...

I am an Australian.
I have lived in Australia all my life.
I hope you haven't forgotten about me Anna. (email me again, that was fun... last one was 8/08/2004)

I'll clear up some misconceptions:

"No, Sophie, it's just "OZZIE OZZIE OZZIE". Then they say "OY OY OY". Rather juvenile, but fun."
- it's true, every ozzie knows this chant, I have no idea about its etymology, it originated at the Sydney Olympic Games. Mainly yelled whilst drunk, after a sporting event.

- Some people indeed do have kangaroos in their garden (or "back yard" in ozzie-speak)
but it is rare, occurs only in certain places and you have to live a fair way from the city. Near where I live, my friend had a wallaby (mini kangaroo) in her garden, but only because it was taking refuge from bushfires in the area.

- Steve Irwin is a tool. I don't know how on earth he has a market in america, unless you find him amusing for his stupidity.

- Some of us (well i do) find the american accent hot... well... some american accents anyway, not the bad ones

- The most common place to see aboriginies is sadly homeless in the gutters of Redfern, or busking with digereedoos near the Harbour.

Is the ozzie accent hot?

December 16, 2005 7:37 AM  

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