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Friday 26 January 2007
what the shizz

aka, happy australia day tracey, now pee your pants.

so i was up on the roof, taking photos of the australia day fireworks in darling harbour (and also trying to spot darn comet mcnaught with no luck) when just as we thought the fireworks were over this red light appears in the distance.

the red light seems to grower bigger, and then starts to move towards us on the roof. it passes slowly over darling harbour and over the powerhouse museum, in the process revealing itself to be one of those fighter jets with a glowing firey tail.

as i try to steady myself from falling over the side of the building, trying not to scream and run - i actually DUCK as if the jet was going to land on the rooftop with us, because for all i know it was coming for me or it was going to fire a few rounds into the pool. (you know, like in the movies).

within the 10 seconds it takes for all of this to happen, i'm looking up under the jet in wonder - what the heck are they trying to do to us on australia day? scare the bejesus out of the us on the rooftop?

with my mouth ajar, i'm trying to take photos as evidence of how close this thing was to my head - but the camera doesn't focus and all i get is something that looks like the sun in the night sky.

it disappeared into the atmosphere behind the city, and i was left there to figure out what was going on.

Regan calls me on my mobile, he was downstairs in our apartment when we thought he heard a bomb go off outside. i had to explain to him, without using too many cuss words, what had happened. he had only one question - why? i'm trying to figure that out, maybe there's an explanation on the website for the exhibition. all i know is that if they had a camera on board, you would see a bunch of scared stunned asians on a rooftop with eyes wider than the horizon.

ahhh i need a stiff drink. and a new pair of pants.
i just wanted to see some fireworks, man. i guess i got a bonus round.