A River, a Fire and some Fish and Chips.

This week, those of us that live in the sprawling metropolis of Brisbane looked to the sky and saw some explosives being shot out of boats on the river. It was all very exciting. There were red ones, yellow ones, those ones that go BANG and then go all sparkly, those ones that don't go BANG, the ones that sort of just fizzle out like they aren't even trying to be impressive.

I am privileged enough to have never had to be amongst the crowds when watching the fireworks. The only time I have ever done that was one new years eve... It was something I regret with every inch of my being. There is nothing quite like having beer spilled all over you and going home to realize that you smell like someone else's sick to make you really want to do that again.

Throughout random years of my childhood we watched Riverfire from my Dad's office building. It was cool. We were level with the Dump and Burn and one could see the whole awesomeness of it all. Last year I was in another office building with friends, the only downside was that we had to keep rampaging around the office to see all the fireworks. Imagine 20 20-somethings running around full up on dip and wine. Its great. This year we were a merry band of 5. We arrived late (sorry Tim), we walked down the hill to the local Chippy and obtained our sustenance of fish, chips and burgers with The Lot, walked back to my friend's apartment and perched ourselves on the balcony where we saw the whole spectacle from 10 kms away.

It was, perhaps, the best one yet. No silly crowds, no annoying rampage around the building to get the best view. Just good food, excellent company and a damn good view.