In January an Italian friend asked me why Melburnians didn’t rent out and party on trams… “Don’t be ridiculous,” I quipped. “This is Australia, we have rules.”
Enter Melbourne Music Week‘s greatest ever event.
A TRAM JAM!
A ballot system was announced and I entered with unadulterated anticipation. As each day passed sans the ‘you have won’ email my hopes started to fade. Then I saw others gloating of their successful balloting.
My FOMO swelled and almost reached breaking point. And just as my last hopes had faded I received a glorious message. A friend’s grandmother had died and they couldn’t go (ok, ok I jest, they just couldn’t go, their grandmother is just fine and dandy)…
Did I want the tickets? Yes, yes, yes…sweet Jesus YES!
We boarded the jungle-themed tram, decked out with lights, trees and a DJ table.
The conductor came on and politely indicated that we should hold on at all times…the roar of laughter set the mood as we jumped, bumped and occasionally fell over for the rest of the journey.
Thanks to the good folk at Red Bull we were also well hydrated (caffeinated) throughout the journey…the new cranberry flavour was a particular favourite.