I was sitting on the train late last Thursday night heading home after a GroupthinkFC match, nursing my bruised pride, when a group of young funky boys hopped on obviously headed for the CBD’s bars. There were many vodka alcopops being consumed and far too much underpants-over-trouser hem action for my liking. But the following snippet of their boisterous conversation lifted my spirits no end.
Cool Dude 1: There are four steps to the ultimate house party.
Cool Dudes 2-4: What are they?
Cool Dude 1: One: no parents. Two: every room in the house open. Three: lots of grog. Four: totally open to anyone with no exceptions.
Cool Dudes 2-4: Yep. Cool!
Cool Dude 1: That was the problem with your (points to Cool Dude 2) party last weekend. There were some rooms closed in the house.
Cool dude 2: (Looking ashamed) Yeah.
No parents, lots of booze, and lots of people. This little genius has obviously thought long and hard about the perfect party. But he continued.
Cool Dude 1: And when it comes to open invites Josh and Ben are a total dichotomy.
Hang on, I thought to myself. Did this pimply little ne’er-do-well just use the word “dichotomy”? Maybe he’s not as dumb as he looks.
Cool Dude 1: Actually, Josh, Ben and Tony are a total dichotomy.
Yes he is.
