I highly recommend you guys start from the beginning and read it all. Obviously you won't have the same experiences, but you will get a feel for what to expect (in extreme cases). Familiarize yourself with places and names, they will come up quite often
AND
If you can, please bring me back Swartz's Beer from Macquerie Hotel:
1) Wild wheat
2) Bavarian Red
3) Diggers special
If you can't find them, consider James Squire Beer (Porter Especially)
And, visit all the breweries...It's worth it.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
New Zealand
Since it is so late writing this, I will only keep it brief, and simple just as a means of reading it later on and remembering/reminiscing.
Anyway
Christchurch = Dodgy
Anyway
Christchurch = Dodgy
- Arrived at 11 pm in Christchurch
- Took shuttle to CBD and stayed at a bar called mickeys till 4:30
- Lounged/slept around the CBD streets until 6:00 and grabbed a shuttle back to the Airport
- 50 minute plane ride to Queenstown
- Queenstown is absolutely beautiful
- Shopped for hostels, and found a hotel called Thomas hotel
- Hiked a mountain
- That night we went to Dux delux, Speites Ale House, Monteiths Ale house..Such success
- Bought a 70$ case and got ridiculously ripped off, thanks Betty's bottle shop.
- Passed out around 9:00...haha
- Rented mountain bikes for the morning and biked around the lake. Found a great course and jumps.
- Ate lunch at Monteiths
- That night we bought beer and fudge and drank on the lawn by a creek. I went trecking barefoot down the creek and fell in a hole...soaked
- Monday, it was raining. Britta, Brett, Elsa and I went bungy jumping...Incredible.
- Cleared up at the end of the day and we bought more beer and drank it on the docks looking at the harbour, while Neil and I yelled at ducks.
- Went to the bars and World bar night club that night. Got home around 2:30. Tried sleeping, with little luck. Still intoxicated I went for a run through the mountains with only the moonlight to light my way at 3:30 am. I love life. Got back and coincidentally found Neil outside the apartments. He had been sleeping on the street. haha.
- Met a girl from Argentina who has residency in Italy and is backpacking in New Zealand working at a winery for a month...cool everything I want to do. talked to her for an hour at the breakfast table. Learned so much, I plan on doing the same thing after school. I hope. I forgot to get her name.
- Decided to take the sky rail up to the mountain and go Luging. Fun stuff!
- afterwards we came back down and bought ice cream cones and ate it at our dock spot.
- Flew back to Christchurch
- Booked the best Hostel in NZ for only $20 a night
- I failed the bus system and took the group into bumble..
- I cooked pasta and we had a nice dinner out on the patio
- Went to the Twisted Hop ale house for drinks
- We went to my first strip club! by the end of the night we were talking to two strippers about the ropes and tricks of the trade of stripping.
- half the group missed their 6:00 a.m. flight. Bret Neil and I rode the free city bus around for an hour and then chilled at a park until our plane.
Amazing trip
The rest of Sydney was a great way to wind it down. Three wise on Wednesday night. I think and Thursday night we went to dinner (wine and a mushroom pork pizza), Then my friend David Sears from ASDM got us free drinks at his Hotel in Chattswood. Went to Bar 333 to wait for people. The nights plans had their aim on going to tank. but other circumstances disagreed, therefore 3 wise monkeys won the option to finish the night. Finally we hit up our favorite pizza place and walked home. The perfect night to wind out.(sorry for being so general and non-descript)
Morning we went to pancakes on the rocks and flew home at 3:00 and arrived in Chicago the same day at 6:30. I didn't sleep until 5 days later.
I will miss Sydney and NZ like no other.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday resulted in quite a busy day as I had to finish and perfect all my report sheets. I ended up having 9 total, but was told that I could potentially combine them into 1 big one a 4 small. I completed everything by 4:55 right in time. The reviews they gave me were amusing, one said for attendance: "runs an incredible amount of distance everyday to work, yet still manages to arrive on time." Anyway we all went out for drinks afterwards. Unfortunately I told them it takes only 4 drinks to get me in a state of moderate intoxication. Obviously they bought me 5....
I had the best burger at the place that I've ever had in my life! Anyway, leaving Matt who was driving ran over one of the other interns feet. HILARIOUS. Took the train home (I can't believe I wait until now to use trains!)
That night entailed a usual pre-game, followed by some Kilkenny's at an Irish pub on the rocks. That's some thick stuff! Wandered the rest of the night
Wednesday was my day off. I got up early (not really) and went to the library to see if Dan e-mailed me before he left. No dice. I also looked up the restaurant Guzman and Gomez, an apparently really good Mexican place. Did a quick workout before hand and Went there for lunch.
We decided to hit up every brewery in Sydney! with great success. We did Redoak first, then Lord nelsons, followed by James Squire and Macquarie for their happy hours. Afterwards CAPA took us out for dinner at a Lebanese place called Habibis. I was pretty trashed by this time, nevertheless it was phenomenal food. By the time we finished, I was too exhausted to even make it out.
I don't think Kingscross is going to happen this trip...
I had the best burger at the place that I've ever had in my life! Anyway, leaving Matt who was driving ran over one of the other interns feet. HILARIOUS. Took the train home (I can't believe I wait until now to use trains!)
That night entailed a usual pre-game, followed by some Kilkenny's at an Irish pub on the rocks. That's some thick stuff! Wandered the rest of the night
Wednesday was my day off. I got up early (not really) and went to the library to see if Dan e-mailed me before he left. No dice. I also looked up the restaurant Guzman and Gomez, an apparently really good Mexican place. Did a quick workout before hand and Went there for lunch.
We decided to hit up every brewery in Sydney! with great success. We did Redoak first, then Lord nelsons, followed by James Squire and Macquarie for their happy hours. Afterwards CAPA took us out for dinner at a Lebanese place called Habibis. I was pretty trashed by this time, nevertheless it was phenomenal food. By the time we finished, I was too exhausted to even make it out.
I don't think Kingscross is going to happen this trip...
Monday, February 22, 2010
Cairns...
Well, since the last time I posted it was Wednesday perhaps?Initiated the festivities with some 40’s It was only a few of us that were going out (usually). We ended up taking a taxi to 3 wise monkeys, of which Britta payed for (thanks Britta!) immediately Jen and I went a separate way for pizza(the best kind by the way, next to scruffy murphy’s) Bought, ate, sat on steps, got “ sick”, taxi home and the rest is….
Thursday (this is from a not too sober memory) I had taken off from work (I think) the night we flew to Cairnes. TO DESCRIBE THE SITUATION, OF WHICH IS MORALLY DISINTIGRATING AND PRETTY MUCH ETERNALLY RELEVENT TO THE REST OF THE TRIP, I WAS WITH 10 OTHER GIRLS……………………………… ok. To say the least and in spite of the fact, traveling and staying with a conglomeration of such a group of women is ridiculously psychologically and physically debilitating. I discovered things that I would have never assumed to be applicable to social situations within this particular exemplary group. To revert back to the introductory incident of which I was unfortunately involved, I had signed up to participate in this trip to Caines without any knowledge into who was attending. I didn’t even care at the time. I was going to the GREAT BARRIER REEF! Who would!?
Too bad that was only a day of the trip. The good part was the only part that involved no social or verbal interaction aside from the A-OK sign and underwater sign language. Those/The (one) Who/whose Will Not Be Named (TWWNBN) made the trip extremely difficult, which could range from the sound of your voice, or the way you successfully manipulate and bitch about every situation you encounter. Nevertheless, as for the rest (you know who you are) you actually made the trip somewhat manageable by actually paying attention to what I wanted to do instead of strictly manipulating the situation and conforming to the shopping/MB group of evil. Which prevailed almost 99% of the time
OK. So aside from the rant, we begin by arriving at a back packer’s hostel around maybe 6:00 p.m.? It’s a place called Gilligan’s which is connected to quite the extravagant pool/bar/club etc. The girls remain inside for much of the night. After a brief trip to Woolworths (of which I found incredible granola bars and eventually would eat 11 over the trip). Everyone went home. Boring (I know). So I decided to explore. I discovered a pretty cool late night market place, went to a bar, talked to some locals, and scoped out all the bottle shops in the area. I also found that there was a Local Brewery in the area called “BlueSky Brewery.” I arrived back at the hostel to a cramped bunk-bed, girl riddled room. How exciting. That night we had signed up for our scuba trip ($250 for 2 dives and all the snorkeling you want! And Lunch). TO complement this activity they were offering free Champaign to all the women at the club (for a total of 5 glasses). Awesome right!?!!? NO because, really no one drank because they were afraid that it would affect their “Scuba Skills”…..RIGHT. I do not remember the rest of the night.
SCUBA DIVING WAS INCREDIBLE and actually made the trip. One of the few things. I was in group 3 with Britta and Ali, but she dropped out because she had asthma. We waited for groups 1 and 2 to go, and in the mean time Snorkeled. By the way, group china was there who ultimately aggravated me with their inconsideration while the scuba coach was giving his presentation to the group of 40 as they proceeded to get “tea” in the background. Anyway, the whole day was a incredible experience I was able to sift through caverns almost 40 ft deep, see giant clams, a ridiculous range of fish, cuttle fish, sea turtles , and many more. In fact I think I liked Snorkeling better because I was more in control, especially with minimal equipment. Nevertheless Scuba diving was an unparalleled experience. Almost Euphoric!
Lunch was great. I ultimately scuba dived twice and snorkeled 3 times. The Third time was when I saw the most. Interestingly enough, the reef isn’t as colorful as one may think. I found it rather grey, but that may be due to environmental factor of reef bleaching. The day was an incredible success, and I’ll admit I was thoroughly exhausted by the time wee reached land again
Being a guest of the Giligan’s Hostel, we were given free meal passes each night === shitty free food. But I manned up and ate it anyways. Reluctantly that night it was 2-4-1 drinks for much of the night, which would help me tune out. Being the minority, some were considerate enough to cater to the suggestion to check out the micro-brewery while others (TWWNBN) abruptly and selfishly opposed any association towards even appealing to my interests. Nevertheless, those of favorable status joined me to explore , and in fact it turned out alright. $10 pitcher and a sampler as well. Made Tim happy. TO follow was a bottle shop and more raging. It actually resulted in an enjoyable night
The next day was shit. From what I thought was going to be a Jungle Hike resulted in a day of shopping in a tourist village in the jungle. I paid almost $100 for the day. Took the Sky rail over the jungle which was fun, then I arrived at the worst possible encounter a guy could possibly face. A SHOPPING TOURIST TRAP VILLAGE. Yeah, maybe there were fun parts like watching the candy be made or the honey store but aside from that it was a nightmare. I almost think it was a complete scam to get me to go. They knew I wanted the do a jungle hike, but deep down I think they knew it was a shopping mecca. FML. I luckily found refuge in a tourist paved trail that led Britta, Marissa and I on a 3k walk (So it wasn’t a total loss). We finished just in time to leave. Though the ride back wasn’t nearly as exciting as I thought. (Wow ok, I think I ramble toooo much) Let’s just get on with it and say it was a complete girl talk-fest. Not something any guy would want to be a part of. Following the “Antique train” ride I went for a run along the coast which resulted in a thoroughly enjoyable experience because it was raining and they had gym equipment along the coastal trail of which I definitely utilized, (such as pull-up bars). Did some intervals and whatever would prolong my a-wol-ness from the room.
I raged even harder that night. 2-4-1 Gilligan’s. Ate a kebab. Pizza. Went to a club called the Mad Cow, and almost got in a fight. It was a vacation from the vacation I had hoped for (my family reads this so I won’t mention the rest). But it was fun.
The following day we had to check out by 10. Did. Chilled by the pool till afternoon then made our way to the beach/lunch. One of the girls encouraged us to go to a certain restaurant, of which she had gone to the day we went to the brewery. She threw a tantrum when she discovered they had no fish and chips (after we ordered) and went to a place down the street. SWEEET. Food actually sucked. After I dipped to Woolworths and got a couple more of the granola bars (MY actual lunch) and met them at the beach. Got bored and went for a run. Decided to scale a mountain! Got sunburn and dehydrated but it was meditating nonetheless to get away. Got back to the coastal pool to find the girls talking about pregnancy and other stuff. I sufficiently think I got more immature on this trip by simply observing the interaction of the social agglomeration of 21 year old girls (no offense intended).
Ok. To skip a ton, the wait in the airport, the plane ride, and what not, I feel I learned too much than I would have wanted about women. If it weren’t for scuba/snorkeling the great barrier reef, or the night events that ensued I would think the trip would have permanently scarred me. Nevertheless there were positives and I fully and gratefully acknowledge them.
I got home hung out with the guys and cooked 3 IBS of meat to get my testosterone back…
I left out a ton, but it would only add irrelevant rambling drunken rage to the post of which may only get me into social tensions with the rest of the group.
I was supposed to meet people at Macquarie tonight. No one showed. I drank a lot. The batch this week sucked, and here I am now writing this…
Ok bye
Thursday (this is from a not too sober memory) I had taken off from work (I think) the night we flew to Cairnes. TO DESCRIBE THE SITUATION, OF WHICH IS MORALLY DISINTIGRATING AND PRETTY MUCH ETERNALLY RELEVENT TO THE REST OF THE TRIP, I WAS WITH 10 OTHER GIRLS……………………………… ok. To say the least and in spite of the fact, traveling and staying with a conglomeration of such a group of women is ridiculously psychologically and physically debilitating. I discovered things that I would have never assumed to be applicable to social situations within this particular exemplary group. To revert back to the introductory incident of which I was unfortunately involved, I had signed up to participate in this trip to Caines without any knowledge into who was attending. I didn’t even care at the time. I was going to the GREAT BARRIER REEF! Who would!?
Too bad that was only a day of the trip. The good part was the only part that involved no social or verbal interaction aside from the A-OK sign and underwater sign language. Those/The (one) Who/whose Will Not Be Named (TWWNBN) made the trip extremely difficult, which could range from the sound of your voice, or the way you successfully manipulate and bitch about every situation you encounter. Nevertheless, as for the rest (you know who you are) you actually made the trip somewhat manageable by actually paying attention to what I wanted to do instead of strictly manipulating the situation and conforming to the shopping/MB group of evil. Which prevailed almost 99% of the time
OK. So aside from the rant, we begin by arriving at a back packer’s hostel around maybe 6:00 p.m.? It’s a place called Gilligan’s which is connected to quite the extravagant pool/bar/club etc. The girls remain inside for much of the night. After a brief trip to Woolworths (of which I found incredible granola bars and eventually would eat 11 over the trip). Everyone went home. Boring (I know). So I decided to explore. I discovered a pretty cool late night market place, went to a bar, talked to some locals, and scoped out all the bottle shops in the area. I also found that there was a Local Brewery in the area called “BlueSky Brewery.” I arrived back at the hostel to a cramped bunk-bed, girl riddled room. How exciting. That night we had signed up for our scuba trip ($250 for 2 dives and all the snorkeling you want! And Lunch). TO complement this activity they were offering free Champaign to all the women at the club (for a total of 5 glasses). Awesome right!?!!? NO because, really no one drank because they were afraid that it would affect their “Scuba Skills”…..RIGHT. I do not remember the rest of the night.
SCUBA DIVING WAS INCREDIBLE and actually made the trip. One of the few things. I was in group 3 with Britta and Ali, but she dropped out because she had asthma. We waited for groups 1 and 2 to go, and in the mean time Snorkeled. By the way, group china was there who ultimately aggravated me with their inconsideration while the scuba coach was giving his presentation to the group of 40 as they proceeded to get “tea” in the background. Anyway, the whole day was a incredible experience I was able to sift through caverns almost 40 ft deep, see giant clams, a ridiculous range of fish, cuttle fish, sea turtles , and many more. In fact I think I liked Snorkeling better because I was more in control, especially with minimal equipment. Nevertheless Scuba diving was an unparalleled experience. Almost Euphoric!
Lunch was great. I ultimately scuba dived twice and snorkeled 3 times. The Third time was when I saw the most. Interestingly enough, the reef isn’t as colorful as one may think. I found it rather grey, but that may be due to environmental factor of reef bleaching. The day was an incredible success, and I’ll admit I was thoroughly exhausted by the time wee reached land again
Being a guest of the Giligan’s Hostel, we were given free meal passes each night === shitty free food. But I manned up and ate it anyways. Reluctantly that night it was 2-4-1 drinks for much of the night, which would help me tune out. Being the minority, some were considerate enough to cater to the suggestion to check out the micro-brewery while others (TWWNBN) abruptly and selfishly opposed any association towards even appealing to my interests. Nevertheless, those of favorable status joined me to explore , and in fact it turned out alright. $10 pitcher and a sampler as well. Made Tim happy. TO follow was a bottle shop and more raging. It actually resulted in an enjoyable night
The next day was shit. From what I thought was going to be a Jungle Hike resulted in a day of shopping in a tourist village in the jungle. I paid almost $100 for the day. Took the Sky rail over the jungle which was fun, then I arrived at the worst possible encounter a guy could possibly face. A SHOPPING TOURIST TRAP VILLAGE. Yeah, maybe there were fun parts like watching the candy be made or the honey store but aside from that it was a nightmare. I almost think it was a complete scam to get me to go. They knew I wanted the do a jungle hike, but deep down I think they knew it was a shopping mecca. FML. I luckily found refuge in a tourist paved trail that led Britta, Marissa and I on a 3k walk (So it wasn’t a total loss). We finished just in time to leave. Though the ride back wasn’t nearly as exciting as I thought. (Wow ok, I think I ramble toooo much) Let’s just get on with it and say it was a complete girl talk-fest. Not something any guy would want to be a part of. Following the “Antique train” ride I went for a run along the coast which resulted in a thoroughly enjoyable experience because it was raining and they had gym equipment along the coastal trail of which I definitely utilized, (such as pull-up bars). Did some intervals and whatever would prolong my a-wol-ness from the room.
I raged even harder that night. 2-4-1 Gilligan’s. Ate a kebab. Pizza. Went to a club called the Mad Cow, and almost got in a fight. It was a vacation from the vacation I had hoped for (my family reads this so I won’t mention the rest). But it was fun.
The following day we had to check out by 10. Did. Chilled by the pool till afternoon then made our way to the beach/lunch. One of the girls encouraged us to go to a certain restaurant, of which she had gone to the day we went to the brewery. She threw a tantrum when she discovered they had no fish and chips (after we ordered) and went to a place down the street. SWEEET. Food actually sucked. After I dipped to Woolworths and got a couple more of the granola bars (MY actual lunch) and met them at the beach. Got bored and went for a run. Decided to scale a mountain! Got sunburn and dehydrated but it was meditating nonetheless to get away. Got back to the coastal pool to find the girls talking about pregnancy and other stuff. I sufficiently think I got more immature on this trip by simply observing the interaction of the social agglomeration of 21 year old girls (no offense intended).
Ok. To skip a ton, the wait in the airport, the plane ride, and what not, I feel I learned too much than I would have wanted about women. If it weren’t for scuba/snorkeling the great barrier reef, or the night events that ensued I would think the trip would have permanently scarred me. Nevertheless there were positives and I fully and gratefully acknowledge them.
I got home hung out with the guys and cooked 3 IBS of meat to get my testosterone back…
I left out a ton, but it would only add irrelevant rambling drunken rage to the post of which may only get me into social tensions with the rest of the group.
I was supposed to meet people at Macquarie tonight. No one showed. I drank a lot. The batch this week sucked, and here I am now writing this…
Ok bye
Monday, February 15, 2010
Work Update, etc...
Work has been going relatively the same. Currently I’m researching Extended Polytetraflouroethylen (ePTFE) tubing and it’s compatibility with blood as well as different coatings that can be applied to the material to reduce thrombosis and friction, increase blood compatibility, while keeping it from degrading when there is a chemical compound such as melphalan. I usually get here around 8:45 and shower and then down tons of tea. The morning is spent primarily checking e-mail and whatnot, but also getting stuff done. I notice I’m really getting this research thing down! And I feel I have developed quite the aptitude towards vascular anatomy and physiology. Usually by lunch time, one or two people have asked me what strange thing I have for lunch, but this week I can officially say “normal food.” I’ve also been helping the other interns in their experiments (they have been here since November). Run to the hardware store because I’m doing a strength test of the bonding materials used in the devices. Cool stuff. Though now my time here is starting to wind down. Tomorrow and the last few days next week are going to be spent refining and professionalizing the documents I have created. Aside from that I think I will actually miss this job. It’s just starting to get enjoyable talking to everyone, as well as being trusted with new jbs (though I was thrown into it right in the beginning)
Anyway, I’m still been running to and from work. Finally feeling a little running fit, but I’m starting to get really hungry. We have our presentations tomorrow which are going to be dumb. Ironically my subject is conflict.
Last night turned out to be a really awesome night. I had walked to Macquarie by myself to down a few quick drinks b/c either people were being boring and staying in or they weren’t back from work. Got there and had 2 Wild Wheat’s and a Bavarian. Then made it back to the Meriton by 8:30 and hung out in 704. I persuaded everyone to check out this bar called The Local Brewhouse. It’s a pub that on any given day has 20 beers on tap, from all over the world. They cycle through them on a 1-2 week basis and go through 200 different beers a year. THIS PLACE IS INCREDIBLE! I’m so happy I finally made it here. I tried Hefeweizens, Wit, Stouts, Red Ales, Lagers, ESBs, Pale ales, Pilsners, and many more. It was the most fluctuation in taste my palate has ever experienced! The atmosphere was relaxing and dim, and there weren’t many people there. They import their beer locally and globally, ranging from New Zealand, Germany, France, Austria, U.S. and more!
It was a very culturing experience and I hope to make it back once more before I leave.
Couple things I want to point out:
• I can go almost a week without seeing a single police car
• People here actively talk about their raging nights even at work
• Everyone runs with backpacks and it makes me angry
• People graduate high school at 16 and go to their specialty “college” right away. Not only do they go to college and get their degree, but there isn’t really such a thing as graduate school! Everyone enters the work force immediately. Not fair.
• The best conversations at work are what we would do if we won the lottery.
• People in Australia know more about America than Americans
• The best is watching the morning news and being able to talk about those issues at lunch.
• Not looking forward to leaving…
We plan on heading to kings cross tonight. Hopefully the weather is on our side and people aren’t indecisive and actually go out. Also Neil’s friend from high school is coming tonight, so we’ll have to show him a good time.
Rage on.
Anyway, I’m still been running to and from work. Finally feeling a little running fit, but I’m starting to get really hungry. We have our presentations tomorrow which are going to be dumb. Ironically my subject is conflict.
Last night turned out to be a really awesome night. I had walked to Macquarie by myself to down a few quick drinks b/c either people were being boring and staying in or they weren’t back from work. Got there and had 2 Wild Wheat’s and a Bavarian. Then made it back to the Meriton by 8:30 and hung out in 704. I persuaded everyone to check out this bar called The Local Brewhouse. It’s a pub that on any given day has 20 beers on tap, from all over the world. They cycle through them on a 1-2 week basis and go through 200 different beers a year. THIS PLACE IS INCREDIBLE! I’m so happy I finally made it here. I tried Hefeweizens, Wit, Stouts, Red Ales, Lagers, ESBs, Pale ales, Pilsners, and many more. It was the most fluctuation in taste my palate has ever experienced! The atmosphere was relaxing and dim, and there weren’t many people there. They import their beer locally and globally, ranging from New Zealand, Germany, France, Austria, U.S. and more!
It was a very culturing experience and I hope to make it back once more before I leave.
Couple things I want to point out:
• I can go almost a week without seeing a single police car
• People here actively talk about their raging nights even at work
• Everyone runs with backpacks and it makes me angry
• People graduate high school at 16 and go to their specialty “college” right away. Not only do they go to college and get their degree, but there isn’t really such a thing as graduate school! Everyone enters the work force immediately. Not fair.
• The best conversations at work are what we would do if we won the lottery.
• People in Australia know more about America than Americans
• The best is watching the morning news and being able to talk about those issues at lunch.
• Not looking forward to leaving…
We plan on heading to kings cross tonight. Hopefully the weather is on our side and people aren’t indecisive and actually go out. Also Neil’s friend from high school is coming tonight, so we’ll have to show him a good time.
Rage on.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday night started with a feud between Neil and I over alcohol. Got over it and I headed to the Vine bottle shop and got 6 x 40oz. We ended up doing a power hour (which was Awesome) in Rm. 720. For those who don’t know (April?) it involves doing a shot of beer every minute for an hour. To spice it up we had a power hour play list where the song changed every minute! Made it through.
People couldn’t get their acts together so I went with Britta and 2 x Elise to the Tank Night club. The place was bumpin, but would have been better if there were more people. It had a gin Garden within a huge double foyer facility. My favorite was the projection of a girl dancing sexy on the wall. Was probably staring at it for a good ¼ of the time I was there. Then Britta and I went all the way down Elizabeth street to get Kebabs. And Pringles. Then we walked back and found part of the group who had apparently got kicked out of Bar 333 and were standing on the corner. We then headed to a 4 story bar right by the rocks called Jackson’s. Pretty cool place. I got a beer called ‘Bitch’ that wasn’t half bad. We raged. Drank beer and absinthe. Finally we headed to the main floor and chilled there till around 2:30 until we got kicked out because we were either Drunk (not so) OR we weren’t buying anymore drinks because we didn’t want to get toooo drunk. In either case the guy was an ass and we left.
Went to McDonalds (Macca’s) where Elise ordered a chicken wrap with no chicken? Haha, I understand vegetarians. They said no and laughed at here. I think she can potentially sue. Anyways the Girls dipped out and Ray and Ali took a cab. Leaving James, Neil and I, we walked to Scruffy Murphy’s then walked home, Getting back by 5:30.
Woke up the next morning to knocking. People were heading to Toronga zoo. I went. It was Amazing. Took the fairy there too. Found a new favorite, a BearCat. Interesting things they are. I also discovered I would love to work at a zoo in their endangered wildlife efforts to conserve species, specifically frogs. Made it home and made Kangaroo olive burgers and steak for the weeks meals. Hung out and bought an 18$ bottle of Semillon WITH ALL CHANGE….Yeah, I was that guy. Cool.
That’s about it. Kinda depressing this trip is winding down so fast. I could live here forever.
People couldn’t get their acts together so I went with Britta and 2 x Elise to the Tank Night club. The place was bumpin, but would have been better if there were more people. It had a gin Garden within a huge double foyer facility. My favorite was the projection of a girl dancing sexy on the wall. Was probably staring at it for a good ¼ of the time I was there. Then Britta and I went all the way down Elizabeth street to get Kebabs. And Pringles. Then we walked back and found part of the group who had apparently got kicked out of Bar 333 and were standing on the corner. We then headed to a 4 story bar right by the rocks called Jackson’s. Pretty cool place. I got a beer called ‘Bitch’ that wasn’t half bad. We raged. Drank beer and absinthe. Finally we headed to the main floor and chilled there till around 2:30 until we got kicked out because we were either Drunk (not so) OR we weren’t buying anymore drinks because we didn’t want to get toooo drunk. In either case the guy was an ass and we left.
Went to McDonalds (Macca’s) where Elise ordered a chicken wrap with no chicken? Haha, I understand vegetarians. They said no and laughed at here. I think she can potentially sue. Anyways the Girls dipped out and Ray and Ali took a cab. Leaving James, Neil and I, we walked to Scruffy Murphy’s then walked home, Getting back by 5:30.
Woke up the next morning to knocking. People were heading to Toronga zoo. I went. It was Amazing. Took the fairy there too. Found a new favorite, a BearCat. Interesting things they are. I also discovered I would love to work at a zoo in their endangered wildlife efforts to conserve species, specifically frogs. Made it home and made Kangaroo olive burgers and steak for the weeks meals. Hung out and bought an 18$ bottle of Semillon WITH ALL CHANGE….Yeah, I was that guy. Cool.
That’s about it. Kinda depressing this trip is winding down so fast. I could live here forever.
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