Election putty and gingerbread cookies... that's what our state is made of

Wow. I can't say that last night was a typical Saturday night (well, except for the common factors of dining with Caroline, Rami, Nick and Sai. And bagging out young girls in ridiculously small outfits). Following our trek around Chinatown for Hong Kong cuisine, and a stroll down to Southbank to eat awesome gelati at the Tutto Bene gelato bar, Rami suggested we stroll towards Jeff's Shed.

But no, readers, do not suspect Rami was steering us towards 'Sexpo'. In fact, he was not even hinting at venturing into the 'International Clothing and Textpo'. No. I am almost ashamed to say that I rounded off my big Saturday night with a visit to what we have fondly dubbed 'Elexpo'.

For those of you who missed it, there was a bit of a tiny vote-fest on yesterday in the state of Victoria. Blessed are we that no more will Ted be damaging our retinas with the image of him clad only in budgie smugglers. Blessed am I that I never actually heard him croon Elvis tunes, and merely giggled at pictures of him mid-ridiculous-twist. And blessed were we who ventured into the Shed of Jeff, housing last night the Election 07 Tally Room.

Not only did we receive spiritual blessings in learning of the downfall of the snake-like Ted (I don't like him much...), we were physically rewarded for our devotion to the vote counting: the claymation ads of a purple Victoria being shaped had morphed into Election putty in plastic containers, and edible, purple-iced, gingerbread Victoria cookies. I ate Mildura.

We also got a better stash in the plebs public seating than was received in the guest seating. Oh yes, we were graced with canvas bags proclaiming 150 proud years of Victorian Parliament. These were perfect in which to store our dual purpose Victorian Parliament posters, which served very well as Rami whacking devices (a passing roller blader even chased Rami with one such poster, after Rami pretended to push her down an incline).

And if that weren't all, Rami shared a urinal with Kerry O'Brien, and we all whispered and pointed very surreptitiously as that newsreader from Channel 2 walked past.

So no-one had suggest that I don't know how to have a big Saturday night out! Wooh....