Craziness. Last night we had yet another staff do down at Dusty's in Creekside. It's a nice little venue; - a few free beers and some video game punching bags - maybe that's how it all started?

When things started to wind down we were all given bus vouchers to get home. A bunch of us jumped on the bus to head back to the village to kick on for the night. When we got on there were a bunch of younger Canadians sitting down the back. We paid no notice really...

After about 5 minutes or so the bus stopped. We paid no notice really... after a little while we started getting restless and someone went up to ask the bus driver what was going on. "This bus isn't going anywhere until that beer gets thrown out" - we all looked around a bit confused... None of us were drinking any beer? But, we were all drunk and having a good laugh so we paid no notice really... But after about 20 minutes it started to get a bit ridiculous so and we quickly spotted one of the kids in the back drinking beer. Finally we took notice.

One of the most eloquent of our bunch (note the sarcasm) took it upon herself to kindly ask (note the sarcasm) them to throw out their beers or get off the bus. Them being 17 year old Canadians with an apparent resentment for the ominous Australian presence in their country - didn't take too well to this request. Arguments quickly flared into pushing, punching, hair pulling and kicking.

But it gets better - pay attention now...

It was EXCLUSIVELY the girls who were perpetrating this violence. The guys on both sides were just trying to break it up and stand in between the barrage of grabbing and clawing hands. Somehow the Canadians ended up outside the bus with our group standing above them in the rear doorway. The younger girls were blindly throwing punches up onto the bus and two of the girls were nearly pulled completely off the bus by their hair. There was me standing there trying to run interference between them all and telling both sides to just chill the fuck out when I hear a voice behind me scream "We're trying to but they've got Emma's hair!" I look down to see an arm grappling a bunch of black hair between the confusion of legs and bodies and quickly detach them.

This went on for a surprisingly long time.

Eventually the police arrived (presumably called in by the otherwise inactive bus driver) and broke the whole thing up. As the dust settled we saw that somewhere along the line Mike had caught a stray elbow to the face and was dumping blood from his nose by the truckload. At the time it looked like it was pretty badly broken, but later turned out that it was not as bad as first thought. I myself copped a punch ricocheting head to the face. People were questioned and separated and told to move on their way. After about half an hour of standing around in the cold answering police questions the bus driver cries out "Who wants to go to the village!?" which was received with a cheer of elation. My previous desire to kick on at the club was overridden by a combination of fatigue and common sense (I started work 3 hours later).

This story was well received at work as the greatest surreality of the season - and otherwise innocent and soft spoken group of girls getting into an all out brawl. Go Whistler.