When I last left you I was on my way to the Sandringham Hotel in Newtown, which as it turned out, wasn't as bad as I initially thought, having to go back to all of the Newtown craziness. I see my brother, Terry, and the guy I'd seen very briefly on Thursday who lived in the room next to Terry and go over to their table. Terry is sporting a black eye among other facial bruises, claiming that the night before he had been jumped by 6 guys, and was proud to say that he took two down before his friend (who's name escapes me, but I have been told she is fucking CRAZY: apart from being a dom, she once stabbed a guy 7 times whilst having sex with him - why isn't she in jail?) jumped on the guys and scratched their faces and such. Well.
Terry and the other guy (who's name also escapes me) have been evicted after some stupid drunken behaviour when they got home on Friday night from T2/Abduction. The other guy and I cleaned up in a few rounds of pool. There were bands to be seen upstairs, the selling point for me to come out in the first place, and yet.. we did not make our presence felt upstairs. After a while of being annoyed at the latest round of drugs being too mild for their likening, the suggestion was made to head elsewhere for MORE, different, free drugs. I decline, and thankfully, so does Michael. We head outside where a speeding car pulls up next to us and asks if we want a ride (the car is full, mind you) and for Michael to have a look at their GPS. They were totally going to abduct or bash him or something, before we managed to hail a cab at that very instance. Crisis averted. Went to the all-night kebab shop when we got home, only to be given a disgusted look at having to cook fish and chips at 11pm.
On Monday morning Michael and I headed out in search of Harbourside shopping centre (the brochure made it look so good) and mis-read the directions, and since we didn't take the brochure with us, we just gave up. We instead ended up at Circular Quay, checking out the obligatory Sydney tourist spots: the Opera House, the Harbour Bridge and The Rocks. On our walk, who did we see but Summer Bay's Tasha, Isabelle Lucas, who in passing us gave yours truely a cheeky smile. I truely am a mack daddy. Back to Glebe, and then a walk to meet blackphoenix at the bus terminal. We headed up to some restaurant at the Broadway shopping centre and then to see Brick (FYI - fucking awesome movie). We went home, and were restless, so we walked down to Blink for a few drinks, then home again to watch a DVD.
Tuesday was spent walking around and around and around. Sarah wanted to see what Utopia Records was all about, and I managed to add another 5 CD's to my haul of 16 for the trip. Realising where I'd gone wrong the day before, we caught the monorail from Liverpool St. to Harbourtown, which turned out to be pretty crap considering the initial excitement about going there. We walked outside to find it was raining, and made fun of everyone who was cowering for any kind of cover they could get. We proceeded in to the aquarium to see fish and such. The rain sounded pretty damn loud by now. We soon found out that this was HAIL. I'd never seen hail before. There has been the occasional hail storm every few years up here, but I've never actually witnessed a piece of hail. Homeward for a rest (not after walking in the wrong direction first) and then to Hard Rock Cafe for dinner. Gold Coast Hard Rock is better. I ate a lot.
Wednesday morning we were late checking Sarah out, and when we got back to my room, Michael's and my friend Sam (the woman Terry loves to death and the father of his child) had stayed over. She could not leave the bed until someone handed her her skirt, otherwise she would seem like, in her words, a "trash bag". A lot had happened between Michael and Sam that night, with Saffron (Sam and Terry's daughter) in the room sleeping. I don't particularly agree with the whole thing. Sam HAS a boyfriend whom I don't know, so I don't particularly care about what she does behind his back. But Terry is completely in love with her, and even though he treated Sam like crap, Terry and Michael have been best friends for longer than I've lived. Oh well. I played with Saffron for a couple of hours, buying her some juice (only for her to turn her nose up at green apple juice, and then to spill it). Michael and Sam wanted us to take Saffron with us to the bus terminal so more debauchery could ensue, but I said that it was too far for her to walk and wait.
After I waved Sarah goodbye, I walked around for a bit so I didn't have to go back and babysit while they had sex. When I got back they were just leaving back for the mountains, and Saffron hugged me for about 2 minutes. I love that girl, and I've missed her a lot. I used to have to look after her a lot when Terry and Sam lived up here. She's so much fun. I prepared for what I thought was going to be dinner to see nightblooming before I left, only to find out that she had an assignment! Damn you! So I sat around in my date clothes and didn't order a Pizza until 8:30. Ate pizza. Watched crappy TV. Slept.
This morning wasn't particularly eventful. Got up. Waited forever for a cab that wasn't occupied. And flew home. We saw the fat girl from Pizza at the airport, and then the Townsville Crocodiles' new import on our flight, and discarded North Queensland Cowboys halfback Brett Firman at the Townsville airport. I managed to get myself in to picture as 7 local news interviewed the basketball player on his arrival.
I guess that's all for my trip to Sydney. I'm glad to be back. I have house work that I'm not going to do until tomorrow. I have to work in 2 hours. And I'm contemplating whether I should go buy some food or eat Krispy Kreme. I was an idiot to think I could eat 12.
Terry and the other guy (who's name also escapes me) have been evicted after some stupid drunken behaviour when they got home on Friday night from T2/Abduction. The other guy and I cleaned up in a few rounds of pool. There were bands to be seen upstairs, the selling point for me to come out in the first place, and yet.. we did not make our presence felt upstairs. After a while of being annoyed at the latest round of drugs being too mild for their likening, the suggestion was made to head elsewhere for MORE, different, free drugs. I decline, and thankfully, so does Michael. We head outside where a speeding car pulls up next to us and asks if we want a ride (the car is full, mind you) and for Michael to have a look at their GPS. They were totally going to abduct or bash him or something, before we managed to hail a cab at that very instance. Crisis averted. Went to the all-night kebab shop when we got home, only to be given a disgusted look at having to cook fish and chips at 11pm.
On Monday morning Michael and I headed out in search of Harbourside shopping centre (the brochure made it look so good) and mis-read the directions, and since we didn't take the brochure with us, we just gave up. We instead ended up at Circular Quay, checking out the obligatory Sydney tourist spots: the Opera House, the Harbour Bridge and The Rocks. On our walk, who did we see but Summer Bay's Tasha, Isabelle Lucas, who in passing us gave yours truely a cheeky smile. I truely am a mack daddy. Back to Glebe, and then a walk to meet blackphoenix at the bus terminal. We headed up to some restaurant at the Broadway shopping centre and then to see Brick (FYI - fucking awesome movie). We went home, and were restless, so we walked down to Blink for a few drinks, then home again to watch a DVD.
Tuesday was spent walking around and around and around. Sarah wanted to see what Utopia Records was all about, and I managed to add another 5 CD's to my haul of 16 for the trip. Realising where I'd gone wrong the day before, we caught the monorail from Liverpool St. to Harbourtown, which turned out to be pretty crap considering the initial excitement about going there. We walked outside to find it was raining, and made fun of everyone who was cowering for any kind of cover they could get. We proceeded in to the aquarium to see fish and such. The rain sounded pretty damn loud by now. We soon found out that this was HAIL. I'd never seen hail before. There has been the occasional hail storm every few years up here, but I've never actually witnessed a piece of hail. Homeward for a rest (not after walking in the wrong direction first) and then to Hard Rock Cafe for dinner. Gold Coast Hard Rock is better. I ate a lot.
Wednesday morning we were late checking Sarah out, and when we got back to my room, Michael's and my friend Sam (the woman Terry loves to death and the father of his child) had stayed over. She could not leave the bed until someone handed her her skirt, otherwise she would seem like, in her words, a "trash bag". A lot had happened between Michael and Sam that night, with Saffron (Sam and Terry's daughter) in the room sleeping. I don't particularly agree with the whole thing. Sam HAS a boyfriend whom I don't know, so I don't particularly care about what she does behind his back. But Terry is completely in love with her, and even though he treated Sam like crap, Terry and Michael have been best friends for longer than I've lived. Oh well. I played with Saffron for a couple of hours, buying her some juice (only for her to turn her nose up at green apple juice, and then to spill it). Michael and Sam wanted us to take Saffron with us to the bus terminal so more debauchery could ensue, but I said that it was too far for her to walk and wait.
After I waved Sarah goodbye, I walked around for a bit so I didn't have to go back and babysit while they had sex. When I got back they were just leaving back for the mountains, and Saffron hugged me for about 2 minutes. I love that girl, and I've missed her a lot. I used to have to look after her a lot when Terry and Sam lived up here. She's so much fun. I prepared for what I thought was going to be dinner to see nightblooming before I left, only to find out that she had an assignment! Damn you! So I sat around in my date clothes and didn't order a Pizza until 8:30. Ate pizza. Watched crappy TV. Slept.
This morning wasn't particularly eventful. Got up. Waited forever for a cab that wasn't occupied. And flew home. We saw the fat girl from Pizza at the airport, and then the Townsville Crocodiles' new import on our flight, and discarded North Queensland Cowboys halfback Brett Firman at the Townsville airport. I managed to get myself in to picture as 7 local news interviewed the basketball player on his arrival.
I guess that's all for my trip to Sydney. I'm glad to be back. I have house work that I'm not going to do until tomorrow. I have to work in 2 hours. And I'm contemplating whether I should go buy some food or eat Krispy Kreme. I was an idiot to think I could eat 12.
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You asshole; that made my fucking night
On a side note, what's Charters Towers like, or what are good areas in Townsville with preferably cheap rent? I have a friend looking at moving that way, figure I'll probe you for advice