Aussie, Aussie, Aussie; Keep The Noise To A Minimum!

My parents were actually quite worried about me and my sister with a bunch of friends going to Perth and King's Park for the Australia Day celebration because they knew it was going to end late at night; they actually worried themselves shitless and told us to call up on our friends repeatedly to check up to make sure they were getting to the train station (the Kelmscott one, where we all decided to meet up with the rest of them), told us to stick in a group and bring our own drinks to make it a bit of an inconvenient hassle on us teenagers. The ride from Kelmscott to Perth was a tad crowded (luckily we all got seats for our "group" of people) and of course, unbearably noisy to my annoyance because of a rather rowdy and alcoholicly equipped group who decided to sit near us and also the arrival of a man bearing a guitar and performing in front of everyone. I was quite relieved to get off the train once we have arrived at Perth and because Mike was carrying a big bag, he had to get it inspected by not one, but two of the many cops positioned within the station before we headed off to King's Park, and lost two people in the sea of people; Nikita and her friend, who was getting carried away by her "boyfriend" so we all just gave up and hurried on our way to King's Park despite Mike's complaints and his need to fill the coke and HJ's addiction. The fireworks was ranging from ok to mediocre, in my opinion, but at least we all had the good view. The train on the way home got too much for me because of the aboriginals being way too loud though.