
Just after completing the Nokia throwing balls checkpoint. Note the raincoats, and that we look wet.

On the tram on the way back to the finishing line (i.e. after Albert Park). That'd be why we look so tired then. And, in my case at least, wet. Note the bindis on our foreheads from the Bollywood dancing!

Having a restorative named beer at the finish line with the female half of Team Melways. Her bindi's prettier than mine! And I still look... wet.
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Date: 2009-03-19 03:33 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-19 09:13 am (UTC)Well - and you're married so D can't call himself your boyfriend any more...you also look thinner (or are you like a pet that looks really teeny when they are wet?)
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Date: 2009-03-19 10:38 am (UTC)Oh and, you're right, Dean can't call himself my boyfriend!