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In the Drink
Ok, I know I said I was going to try and limit my “I’ve been out drinking” posts, but this particular night calls for a special mention.
On Friday I caught up with my old mates John and Brett, starting the night with a fantastic dumpling dinner in what has to be the smallest and dingiest restaurant in China Town (you want the truth? YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!”). Following that we had a couple of quiet drinks at a pub in Darlinghurst. John jumped on his train, and at about this point the night got off the hook.
We attempted to get into Sidebar, so I could show Brett the hottest bar chick in the world, but he was refused entry because he had no ID, so we resorted to the last resort: Scubar. We sat in the corner, drank too much Jager then met up with some of the crew from my Hostel. Sick of Scubar we formulated a new plan.
Jumping in a taxi we headed out to a club on Darling Harbor. Dancing ensued, as well as much drinking and debauchery and things got hazy. They only really get clear again when Brett and I stripped off and jumped in the harbor out the front of the club. We were quickly moved along, then got grabbed by Rangers who attempted to a) tell us we couldn’t swim in the harbor (which I called shenanigans on because there was no signs saying we couldn’t) and b) tried to bust us for indecent exposure as we were walking around in our undies. We had to get dressed while still soaked. Smelling like wet dogs we wandered the streets causing a ruckus and tooling about in general.
I got home at about 4am, smelling of harbor water and booze. It was a great night and, seeing as I’m still around to write this: proof that swimming in the Harbor isn’t as dangerous as it may seem.
Alcohol Free Days
I’ve hit the point where I need another AFD. I’ve been drinking too much. Way too much, as shown by the multitude of nights out photos that have graced the blog. It’s hard not to go out all the time when you’re surrounded by like minded people, and it’s kinda my tradition that whenever someone new comes into a dorm, we have to take them out on the town. People come into our dorm a lot. I think if it weren’t for my insistence on AFD’s at least once a week I think the entire blog would be just a series of blurred drunken photos of the interior of clubs.
I promise that from now on I’ll be limiting my “I’ve been out drinking” posts but for now: here’s a series of blurred drunken photos from the interior of a club.
I can haz cak3?
I like the fact that humanity still continues to surprise me. Sometimes just the smallest actions on the part of individuals can completely restore your hope for the whole. On the evening of my Birthday some of the backpackers I had met (Joe, Lucy, Camilla, Jamie, Max, Pascalle et al) organised a surprise birthday cake at the Side Bar! They even got me a card signed by pretty much everyone who counts at my Hostel. Their little gesture made me feel so loved and provided entertainment for the masses at the pub.
I made some new friends that night, danced like I was possessed by the spirit of jazz and went to bed with a smile on my face. Best, Birthday, Ever.
Australia Day Shenanigans
It started with goon at 10am, and ended with sliding through Sydney soaking wet when the skies opened up and nature dealt a dud hand.
I’ve never been so sopping wet in my life, and yet enjoyed every minute. The day saw me drinking in Hyde Park, our group receiving the title “The Goon Boys” from the cops then walking to Cockle Bay for another free concert in the rain. The whole while I had the Hottest 100 in my ear, which made me a lot of new friends and had me dancing in the streets; which didn’t go down so well with the cops, even though they were closed. I guess the man doesn’t like those who dance to the beat of their own drum…
Video and Photos after the break.
Yesterday
Waking from a nightmare. Sleeping in till 11am. Moving from the top bunk to the bottom. Watching people in the foyer: Gelfling, Broken arm man, Mouse, Strap-em-down woman, The Swedes, The over exuberant group. Making a new friend. Doing my washing and sweating in the laundry. Enjoying the static cling of the clothes from the dryer. Shaving off my beard and regretting it instantly. Sweating more while adventuring along George Street. Crossing the streets against the lights to get out of the sun. Having lunch at Cheers. Trying to make eyes at the blondes in the corner. Marveling at $6.20 pints of Bulmers. Learning that Japanese don’t use normal dates for the year. Shopping in Coles buying stuff I wasn’t hungry for yet. Watching heat ripples over the road. Finishing reading “The Beach”. Donating it to the Give-n-Take, getting a little thrill seeing it gone within 15 minutes. Dominating the in house cook, his schnitzel no match for my Prawn & Chilli linguine. Finding I had been gipped on my oil. Being too full to move, save to get up for a beer. Opening “The Road” by Jack Kerouac. Contemplating the meaning of the song “Someone great” by LCD Soundsystem. Discussing travel, women and music with a Frenchman, some English and a Japanese who I missed saying goodbye to this morning. Walking to Hyde Park in the cooling night air. Stopping at the Side Bar to have one. Having four and dancing to the worst DJ ever. Finding my hat is useful for striking up conversations with girls from Cincinnati. Attempting to get into a free gig in the park by planning a heist. Giving up. Watching the fountain and drinking goon. Getting down to my undies and chasing a dog around the water feature. Playing goon toss in the fountain in front of a cheering crowd. Doing laps of the gardens to get dry. Chatting with my new friends. Winding up the local drunk. Pissing next to some sad discarded Thomas the Tank Engine underpants by a tree, wondering who’s they might have been and why they were there, then choosing not to think about it any more. Playing the bass kick part in a makeshift drum and bass ensemble and rocking it’s socks off. Fretting that the Frenchman had lost his wallet, then being relieved when he found it. Eating Hungry Jacks at 4am and discussing the “Burger King/Hungry Jacks” conundrum. Creeping into my room and breathing out one long breath before finding sleep.
These are all things I did yesterday.