Since so much has happened since I last blogged I figured I needed to get going on it before anything else is forgotten. So Thursday I ended up not running home because my backpack smelled of fish due to the fish stew spill incident that occurred earlier in the week. Anyways I met Neil and James at Macquarie at 6:30 for some drinks. Bought a couple rounds. I again attempted their Pilsner and Pale Ale. No luck. We got back to the Meriton and proceeded with our normal pre-game regime consisting of drinks, aboriginal beats and push-ups/keg lifts. The objective was to get going early because apparently the other CAPA group (like our group last year) had someone working at the backpacker club, wake-up. Therefore they were permitted free drinks for the night at the bar (sidebar)with a wristband. We got a group going, but unfortunately the bus was like 30 minutes late, so half the group split up and took a cab, another continued to wait. I walked.
We got to sidebar only to find that they were cancelled from the deal because they ran up a huge tab too early in the night. Pissed, we heard people were at 3 wise, but gradually the group dwindled. I walked there with Elsa and Tim and we found everyone there. They had 5$ pint night which was different because we have been used to scooners, which are considerably smaller glasses. We talked for a while at the bar. Then went dancing. The same singer was there from last time, which was great! I had bought a round, so upon finishing, Neil went to buy. He left. Sweet, dick. Anyways an hour or two later we left and found Neil again outside a convenience store talking to some Canadians, smoking. (I find out in the morning he had gone with them to Scruffy Murphy’s and smoked a pack of cigarettes) I ended up walking Jen home, when we got back we just sat in the hall until getting yelled at by a bunch of cops walking the halls? End of night (4:00 a.m.).
Friday, Expecting to go to the beach, I find out that the majority of the people are either working or doing the bridge climb. Elise, Neil and I decide to head to Bondi. It ends up raining so we settle on Bondi Junction. They had a market there which had a vast array of food, from chibata, to Irish soda bread to fresh fruits and veggies. I found a surf shop! We stayed there for about half an hour talking to the surf guy about the potential idea of buying a surf board. Ideas? Family? It’s about 475$ with all things included. It is a hybrid surf board so it’s an intermediate between the normal ones and the long board. Pretty legit I’d say. The rest of the day was spent in an out of stores at Bondi Junction’s Westfield mall.
That night was pretty aggravating because we didn’t even leave the Meriton till about 1:00 a.m!!! I bought another handle from Elise in an attempt to prolong the festivities of this trip while reducing costs. Before leaving we spent a good 2 hours at the front desk talking to the people there about Brothels and strip clubs and massage parlors with happy endings. I don’t think the girls liked that. Anyways we finally got the group our after we lost Kevin and Ray shaved his head into a Mohawk. On the way to Bar Cleveland we had the intelligent Idea to take our shirts off and run there. It was pouring! Enroot, I actually got pulled over by a police car where he asked what I was running from. I told him we were heading to a bar and didn’t want our shirts wet but we wanted to get there fast because we didn’t want to lose our buzz. Me, realizing my idiocy and him realizing my idiocy and my American accent told us to carry on. Awesome! We spent the rest of the night at the bar, Ray ran a tab. I got some Absinthe. (Apparently we are the only ones to drink that there and some guy who shows up on Sundays mornings and partakes in a few) Got home at 3:15.
Sunday I felt pretty shitty, but we had determined to leave by 10:30. Karen was taking us to the Aquarium! It was really fun and something out of the ordinary so I was happy to partake. I learned a lot. Following the aquarium, we went to a café/bar for lunch. I got lamb kebabs with Tdzaiki. Karen had ordered 6 plates of potato wedges I was pretty hungry, so while waiting for my meal, during and after I downed a good amount of these greasy fractions of Saturated heart attacks. This did not fare well the rest of the day, as I’ll explain later. After lunch everyone went their separate ways. I decided to go and check out the James Squire Brew house. After several attempts I finally found it right along the mouth of Darling Harbor. It looks like a pretty fantastic place. I will eventually attempt to get a group out there for dinner one of these nights. I walked home from there, while stopping at a bottle shop on Oxford where I found an imperial Porter of which I’m pretty excited to try. The whole while it was pouring. I got back and wanted to go running, but my stomach felt weird… I manned up and went anyway. I went searching for another bar called “the local”, one in which I had read about. Found it, and then ran back to centennial for some repeats. During this whole running thing, my stomach was really bothering me. I decided to do only a few repeats. After #3 I proceeded to throw up, A concoction of potato skin, salad and BLOOD. This freaked me out! I immediately walked back. I felt absolutely horrible, especially because I feared I could have a stomach ulcer. I took a shower and went to sleep. Woke up at about 7:00 p.m. feeing slightly better. I made sure to eat a bunch of yogurt in order to get something basic in. It helped.
The plan for the night was to go to the Ice Bar, a bar that is I think like -20 degrees mad of ice. That plan changed because of the continuous rain of which had hardly ceased in the last 2 days. After another early 40 minute wait at the bus stop we were on our way. I was not drinking. Got there and we faced several difficulties. Firs we were travelling in a large group, second people were pissy because of the rain, third people were drunk, and fourth we didn’t know where we were going, and Finally Neil thought it was a class act to wear running shoes to a fancy club. All said and done, we didn’t get in. Aggravated everyone had different Ideas of what could be done (go home? O to three wise monkeys? Try another club?) Luckily I think Ray-Charles-George asked a local what a good place was to go, and we eventually found a place called Bar 33 which was a semi-formal club/bar/restaurant decorated with dim red lights and carpet with mahogany tables and furniture while playing 90’s/present day club music. It was a pretty cool place in my opinion. Everyone finally could loosen up, and re-establish their intoxication. I was still not feeling the best so by 12:45 I left. It poured the whole way back, but I was ready for a FULL night of sleep. I got it. And Neil got back at 7:00 a.m. haha
Sunday looks to be a pretty chill day, It’s 1:30 p.m now and we haven’t had a knock at the door or a call. I’m guessing we may check out the Opera house bar this afternoon, but that as yet to be confirmed. Tomorrow I have off because we’re watching the super bowl LIVE at 10 a.m. at a place called paddy Mcguires. I feel really good today. I still want to go surfing a few times at Bondi or somewhere before I make the ultimate decision of whether or not to get the surf board. I’m hoping not to run out of cash before the trip because I’d like to get a couple batches going for spring term.
Anyway, this is The Sir reporting on weekend festivities and events in our 4th week in Sydney
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