Sports Daze

This best describes the day that was Sports Day... going from this:to this:

If you may recall from a previous post, this is a day where everyone dresses in scrubs, doesn't go to school, and gets shitfaced. It was a crazy day; it's wholeness only able to be described in timeline form:
Friday
9:30AM - I biked over to school, locked my bike in our classroom and then met several people from my group. They were at someone's car, drinking. Everyone had a couple drinks, chatting and whatnot. We were just getting started, expressing our eagerness for the rest of the day and it started pouring hard. We ran and took cover under the newly built Green Bridge (in literature, this is called 'foreshadowing'...so hint: read about the dimensions) and waited for one of the guys' friends to pick us up and drive us to the bar where everyone was meeting. Meanwhile it's stopped raining and the rest of the day is gorgeous weather.
The guy shows up in a pretty small car and, excluding him, there were 6 of us. So one guy gets in shotgun, three of us in back with one girl laying across us, and then one guy in the trunk. This was not a station-wagon or SUV, this was a small sedan and so the trunk was a real-true trunk that he was stuck in. These reason they were doing this was because apparently it's a big deal and cops pull you over for having too many people in the car. Meanwhile, each person (besides the driver) was drinking out of a can or bottle of something or other. Apparently open-container laws aren't as big a deal here...
10:30 AM- we arrive at the bar/restaurant and it is packed. Everyone is dolled up in various scrubbage and the drinking is well under way. Everyone here is 1st years, as the event entails different classes running to different posts and this bar being the 2nd-to-late leg before the run to school. A bunch of us sit down for breakfast. I had a Breakky Burger and a screwdriver. Quickly followed by a beer that was pilfered from under the tap, collecting the dripping head or whatever. Breakfast takes a nice-long time with people coming and going, drinking and eating. After a while, a waiter starts passing around bills to the tables. We've had at least 10 people sitting and eating at our table and hardly know ourselves who needs to pay. So we (I) decide that as this bar is going to make an unbelievable amount of money today (we were slated to return in the evening) we don't need to pay the bill (90$). We hide the bill and scatter around the bar. I walk around, drinking, mingling and whatnot. It is funny watching everyone in their scrubs. I happen to look over and see the waiter talking to 2 of the girls in my group, both of which are holding out 10$ bills. I immediately come over to assess the situation. Apparently the waiter wants money from everyone at our table. The girls were trying to tell him that it'd be impossible to find everyone and are trying to pay their portion; the waiter says he needs the whole bill. I intercept and say, "Howabout we just don't pay anything?" and he has a noncommittal shrug. I thank him and pull the girls away.
At this point, the older students are trickling in, sweaty and wasted, from their run to the bar. We decide it's about time for us to head over to school.
12:30PM- It's about 2.5km to the school and most of the people want to walk. I convince one girl in my group (by 'my group', I mean the 9-people discussion class that I see and hang out with often; we all get along very well) to run with me and so we do it. It was really fun, actually, and we got a lot of honks and waves from people. It was pretty strange seeing so many people in scrubs taking over little Brisbane. We get to the area where we are slated to have festivities and it is madness. An area about the size of a soccer field is roped off with some security guards; inside there is a mass of about 400 people in scrubs, a jumping castle, a tug-of-war rope, a jelly pool, 3 barbecues going with sausages and onions (all Aussies eat) and about 6 giant coolers with cans of beer, rum&coke, and vodka&lime (they sell these commonly in can form here). I am excited. I roam around, mingle, drink, and repeat. A frolic on the jumping castle sends one person into my hand, temporarily breaking my watch (I fixed it) and cutting my hand. The beverages and food were to be purchased with tickets. Naturally, I figured that as there were 400+ people, all drunk and wearing scrubs with shitty pockets, I would find tickets on the ground with no problem. About 10 seconds after I started looking, I found enough to get me several things. So we just hung around for a while, it was all going nice.
3:30 PM - One of the guys from my group comes up and asks if anyone wants to jump off the Green Bridge. "Well, sure," says I, "as long as someone jumps first so I can tell that it's deep enough." He runs away to gather more people and after doing so, we head over there. To be honest, I wasn't that nervous even though it was the highest thing I've ever jumped off without a bungee cord. I waited and saw a couple people jump and survive. I climbed over the guard rail and just went right for it. Doesn't sound extreme, take a gander:

Cool enough for you? To be honest, I don't even remember the jump, which is pretty annoying. I was drinking but not that drunk (i.e. I would have done it stone-cold sober) but didn't feel any of the fun. All I remember is re-surfacing and surprise at how salty the river was. About 10 guys in total did it and as we were climbing out security was saying that we shouldn't do that again as there are mud sharks in the river (this is true; apparently they are responsible for the 2nd most human fatalities after Great Whites.)
Afterwards, we had back to the field and relax and hang out for a while longer. Dusk settles in and most people are heading back towards that damn bar.
7:00 PM - We head over on the CityCat (the beautiful public transport on the river) to go to the bar. It's quite a site: 50+ people in scrubs on the ferry. We get to the bar and its the same old: drinking, chatting, and whatnot. Blah blah blah, people end up going swimming again and then I end up walking home (at 10:30 PM) and eating a big bowl of soup.
This is probably getting boring for you because it is for me. So I guess I will just leave you with this summary: it was a fun and crazy day. I must have had at least 20 but most likely more alcoholic beverages, yet at no point was 'literally drunk'. It was definitely something I'm looking forward to. In another year.