It was a tough week last week. I felt physically and emotionally drained. Exhausted with Sydney and exhausted with constantly feeling like i needed to make decisions.
I knew from experience that i just need to stop. Stop thinking about what i didn't have and remember why i was here. I fell in love with Sydney early on and we had fallen out. Perhaps i just needed to date the city again and take things slow!
So on our first date on Saturday i thought i may be a good idea for me to become a tourist again. I caught the ferry from Circular Quay to Balmain. It was a beautiful day and even at 9am the quay was buzzing with lots of people here to see this massive cruise ship that had docked in the harbour. I personally thought it was ugly but it seemed to be getting quite the attraction with even more Asian families taking hundreds of pictures. Balmain was pretty. I went to the market, bought a few little 'Aussie' things to send home and grabbed some lunch in a nice little cafe. I then got back on the Ferry and stopped at Darling Harbour. My only previous time at DH was a bad experience with a bouncer at Home nightclub. However it was a very different place in the light of day. And what a day. The sun did not stop shining. People were in great spirits and it was truly beautiful. I grabbed an ice cream and just sat by the water watching the world go by. Perhaps me and Sydney do have a future together?
On Sunday it was another hot, beautiful day and what else could i do except hit the beach. I got up early and jumped on the ferry to Manly. The Asians and the old were still taking pictures of the vessel in the dock - perhaps they had been there all night?! Manly is probably my favourite Beach. Nothing to do with the fact that every other guy that walks past is HOT! I spent the day swimming, sunning and watching surfers. The only slightly annoying part of the day was a loud group of English people who decided to settle next to me. They were from Essex. I knew it before they even spoke. Their accent confirmed it and started to grate on me after a few hours.
As Sunday came to an end i went home feeling revived. I started my new temp placement at Deautsch Bank on Monday and was looking forward to it. Investment Bankers ummmm the possibilities!!
All in all it was a great 1st and 2nd date and i felt myself falling in love all over again
Sy
25 February, 2008
21 February, 2008
Catch 22
After my last post it's probably and understatement to say that i didnt feel to great about things in Sydney. Then i heard i didn't get the radio job. Rather foolishly i had let alot depend on getting that job and now i didnt know what to do with myself.
Should i revert back to Plan A and spend a few more months in Sydney and then move on and head back home when my visa expires in January? The good part of that is that i get to travel, see more and meet more people. The bad part is that i have to go home, where he will be and the thought of that scares me.
Or should i try and find another position where i am able to get sponsorship. Good point meaning i don't have to go home and can try and make a real fresh start here. The bad part is not knowing whether i am strong enough to get through those shit times all alone.
It's a catch 22 and i have no idea which way to turn.
Should i revert back to Plan A and spend a few more months in Sydney and then move on and head back home when my visa expires in January? The good part of that is that i get to travel, see more and meet more people. The bad part is that i have to go home, where he will be and the thought of that scares me.
Or should i try and find another position where i am able to get sponsorship. Good point meaning i don't have to go home and can try and make a real fresh start here. The bad part is not knowing whether i am strong enough to get through those shit times all alone.
It's a catch 22 and i have no idea which way to turn.
19 February, 2008
Mini Meltdown
It seem's that when i get to the stage where i feel like i have really made progress something pop's up and pushes me right back to square one.
After my first date in over 6 months went well, and i felt like i could like this person i experienced a mini meltdown in the internet cafe yesterday. All because of fucking facebook!
I was doing the rounds, writing emails home, telling everyone i was ok and then i quickly logged on to facebook to see what messages i had. I had a great one from the 'first date' guy which made me smile. I then saw on my news feed list that one of MY friends from back home was now 'friends' with HER. Yes the her that is now the girlfriend of my ex. Not only was her name right in front of me, she was on facebook and requesting my friends as her friends.
I don't know what happened but i lost it. I clicked on her name to look at her picture - i couldn't get into her profile as obviously we are not friends but i could look through all of her current ones and saw not just one of my friends but several.
I desperately wanted to see her profile - to see if she had pictures of the two of them - to see if it said she was in a 'relationship'. I seriously thought of anyway i might be able to hack into someones profile to see it. I was like a women possessed.
The sad thing is, it only took that to make me feel all the hurt feelings i thought i was starting to leave behind. I forgot about 1st date guy and how well we got on. I spent the entire night not being able to sleep and thinking about SB and her.
I woke this morning and still had that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach - what is it going to take for me to really move on?
After my first date in over 6 months went well, and i felt like i could like this person i experienced a mini meltdown in the internet cafe yesterday. All because of fucking facebook!
I was doing the rounds, writing emails home, telling everyone i was ok and then i quickly logged on to facebook to see what messages i had. I had a great one from the 'first date' guy which made me smile. I then saw on my news feed list that one of MY friends from back home was now 'friends' with HER. Yes the her that is now the girlfriend of my ex. Not only was her name right in front of me, she was on facebook and requesting my friends as her friends.
I don't know what happened but i lost it. I clicked on her name to look at her picture - i couldn't get into her profile as obviously we are not friends but i could look through all of her current ones and saw not just one of my friends but several.
I desperately wanted to see her profile - to see if she had pictures of the two of them - to see if it said she was in a 'relationship'. I seriously thought of anyway i might be able to hack into someones profile to see it. I was like a women possessed.
The sad thing is, it only took that to make me feel all the hurt feelings i thought i was starting to leave behind. I forgot about 1st date guy and how well we got on. I spent the entire night not being able to sleep and thinking about SB and her.
I woke this morning and still had that sick feeling in the pit of my stomach - what is it going to take for me to really move on?
17 February, 2008
Ummmm!
Umm is all i can think of as a title as that was exactly my thought 20 minutes ago when i left the one with a funny name and that i didn't think i found attractive at the train station after our date
The thing is i had a blast! I admit i thought i would go for a few drinks, be polite and then make my excuses and leave. It wasn't a convensional date. We met at a bar opposite Milsons Point station as it was half way for both of us, and he was 30 minutes late - which would usually drive me insane but he made such a joke out of it and something about being nervous and changing his outfit 12 times that it won me over. I like a guy that can make me laugh.
After a couple of drinks and great conversation we walked across the harbour bridge and went to the rocks for dinner and more drinks. The only time we stopped talking was when my mum decided to put in her weekly 15 minute phone call from the UK to check i was still alive!
We then went to another bar by Circular Quay and after hailing me a taxi i left him at the station so he could go home. It feels quite weird, he is not at all my 'type' and i was not expecting it but i think i might actually quite like him.
Ummmmm
The thing is i had a blast! I admit i thought i would go for a few drinks, be polite and then make my excuses and leave. It wasn't a convensional date. We met at a bar opposite Milsons Point station as it was half way for both of us, and he was 30 minutes late - which would usually drive me insane but he made such a joke out of it and something about being nervous and changing his outfit 12 times that it won me over. I like a guy that can make me laugh.
After a couple of drinks and great conversation we walked across the harbour bridge and went to the rocks for dinner and more drinks. The only time we stopped talking was when my mum decided to put in her weekly 15 minute phone call from the UK to check i was still alive!
We then went to another bar by Circular Quay and after hailing me a taxi i left him at the station so he could go home. It feels quite weird, he is not at all my 'type' and i was not expecting it but i think i might actually quite like him.
Ummmmm
16 February, 2008
Angry!
Ahhh i don't know what has happened but i feel so angry today! So much so that i felt the need to come into the nearest internet cafe and take my frustration out on the keyboard and my blog.
Everyone and everything has got on my nerves - i woke this morning to the sound of a stupid bloody bird outside my window making the most hideous noise for ages - i got up and sort of made a noise at it, which seemed to do the trick as it flew away, only to reappear a few minutes later doing the exact same thing.
When i decided to actually get up i felt frustrated as i really did not know what to do with myself. The weather was ok but not nice enough to go to the beach, i didnt have anyone i could meet up with really and that pissed me off so i just decided to walk and see where i ended up.
Well i ended up in Potts Point when this horrible little man came up to me and asked if he could borrow 20 cent, i said i was sorry i didnt have any change (which was true i might add) so he called me a fucking c**t! I was so shocked that i was actually speechless. I have never been called that. I somehow walked in a big circle and ended up in Hyde Park and decided to sit and read for a bit, but even the birds there were getting on my nerves today and then these two stupid English guys were throwing a ball around which nearly hit me so i decided to leave before i shoved the ball up their arse and thought maybe retail therapy might cheer me up.
Nope! The shops were crammed full of annoying screaming kids, people bumping into me, sales assistants bugging me, and people trying to get me to sign up to some bloody charity on every street corner. Even the noise of the thing on the traffic lights that tells me i can cross without getting killed was irritating.
When i logged on to RSVP - even the 27 kisses i had received couldn't cheer me up so i deleted all of them without even checking who they were from.
So now i am sitting here writing this at 5:30pm in the evening having had a shit day and nothing to really look forward to except maybe my coffee date with the one i don't really fancy in North Sydney tomorrow! Somehow between now and then i need to let off some steam - perhaps ill go get drunk! Alone.
Everyone and everything has got on my nerves - i woke this morning to the sound of a stupid bloody bird outside my window making the most hideous noise for ages - i got up and sort of made a noise at it, which seemed to do the trick as it flew away, only to reappear a few minutes later doing the exact same thing.
When i decided to actually get up i felt frustrated as i really did not know what to do with myself. The weather was ok but not nice enough to go to the beach, i didnt have anyone i could meet up with really and that pissed me off so i just decided to walk and see where i ended up.
Well i ended up in Potts Point when this horrible little man came up to me and asked if he could borrow 20 cent, i said i was sorry i didnt have any change (which was true i might add) so he called me a fucking c**t! I was so shocked that i was actually speechless. I have never been called that. I somehow walked in a big circle and ended up in Hyde Park and decided to sit and read for a bit, but even the birds there were getting on my nerves today and then these two stupid English guys were throwing a ball around which nearly hit me so i decided to leave before i shoved the ball up their arse and thought maybe retail therapy might cheer me up.
Nope! The shops were crammed full of annoying screaming kids, people bumping into me, sales assistants bugging me, and people trying to get me to sign up to some bloody charity on every street corner. Even the noise of the thing on the traffic lights that tells me i can cross without getting killed was irritating.
When i logged on to RSVP - even the 27 kisses i had received couldn't cheer me up so i deleted all of them without even checking who they were from.
So now i am sitting here writing this at 5:30pm in the evening having had a shit day and nothing to really look forward to except maybe my coffee date with the one i don't really fancy in North Sydney tomorrow! Somehow between now and then i need to let off some steam - perhaps ill go get drunk! Alone.
15 February, 2008
Phew
Do you ever lay in bed at night and think to yourself thank god that day is all over with?!
I did that last night and not because it was Valentines Day. In fact i was so busy most of the the day that it wasnt until the little chinese guy in Gloria Jeans wished me Happy Valentines day with my Hazlenut Latte that i even remembered.
I had my 2nd round of my job interview at 8am in the morning in which i had to answer 40 questions in an hour! I then had to rush to North Sydney and start my other job at 9:30am. By 1pm i had dropped a tray of bloody coffee all down myself - ruining my new shirt and burning myself. I then had to attend my 3rd round of the interview at 4pm in which i had to do a radio presentation to 3 managers (having had to rush into Portmans and buy myself a new outfit first!)
In between all this happening the guy with the stupid name text and asked if i wanted to go for lunch Sunday - i agreed. I may not fancy him but i could do with friends right now. I then checked RSVP which is actually quite good fun when you get past all the 40 year old men trying to talk to you! And i really hot guy from West Sydney had emailed me back. Apprently he is a sucker for an English accent to.....i'm starting to enjoy being English. We may meet up Saturday night??
So after an exhausting day i lay in bed with a bottle of Australia's finest wine and gave a sigh of relief that i was here, and not at home faced by my past Valentines.
I did that last night and not because it was Valentines Day. In fact i was so busy most of the the day that it wasnt until the little chinese guy in Gloria Jeans wished me Happy Valentines day with my Hazlenut Latte that i even remembered.
I had my 2nd round of my job interview at 8am in the morning in which i had to answer 40 questions in an hour! I then had to rush to North Sydney and start my other job at 9:30am. By 1pm i had dropped a tray of bloody coffee all down myself - ruining my new shirt and burning myself. I then had to attend my 3rd round of the interview at 4pm in which i had to do a radio presentation to 3 managers (having had to rush into Portmans and buy myself a new outfit first!)
In between all this happening the guy with the stupid name text and asked if i wanted to go for lunch Sunday - i agreed. I may not fancy him but i could do with friends right now. I then checked RSVP which is actually quite good fun when you get past all the 40 year old men trying to talk to you! And i really hot guy from West Sydney had emailed me back. Apprently he is a sucker for an English accent to.....i'm starting to enjoy being English. We may meet up Saturday night??
So after an exhausting day i lay in bed with a bottle of Australia's finest wine and gave a sigh of relief that i was here, and not at home faced by my past Valentines.
13 February, 2008
Park Life
It's weird how things happen and the course a day can take.
I got a phone call from my temporary prat of a boss yesterday morning saying i didnt need to come into work as he was jetting off to New Zealand on some urgent business. He could have told me that before i had got up early, got washed and changed and was about to walk out the door but nethertheless the sun was shining outside at last so i thought i would make the most of it and i could prepare for my 2nd round interview at the radio station.
So i packed up my note book, grabbed a coffee, some ciggies and a newspaper and went to Hyde Park. An article in the paper caught my attention. It was about how singles this Valentines Day are going to big speed dating events across the country instead of sitting home drinking wine and watching Bridget Jones. Thats actually not what it said but along the same lines. It had all been arranged by Australia's number one dating site RSVP! I had never used the internet to date before, and had always been a bit skepticle - i mean has it really come to this? But i have met a few people who met there partners on the internet so perhaps i should give it ago.....i mean it's not as though my mobile has been ringing off the hook with offers.
Literally as i put the paper down and lit up a cigarette (which i was planning on giving up this week!) this georgeous guy comes over and asks for a light! As i always do when i fancy someone my mind goes blank and i turn all stupid and girly. Unbelievably he still asks if he can join me and we start talking.
He is cute, he is funny, he has a great body, he is from Melbourne!! WTF?! He is here visiting relatives. Damn it.
4 hours later i have registered my details on the RSVP website and have decided to not quit smoking just yet!
I got a phone call from my temporary prat of a boss yesterday morning saying i didnt need to come into work as he was jetting off to New Zealand on some urgent business. He could have told me that before i had got up early, got washed and changed and was about to walk out the door but nethertheless the sun was shining outside at last so i thought i would make the most of it and i could prepare for my 2nd round interview at the radio station.
So i packed up my note book, grabbed a coffee, some ciggies and a newspaper and went to Hyde Park. An article in the paper caught my attention. It was about how singles this Valentines Day are going to big speed dating events across the country instead of sitting home drinking wine and watching Bridget Jones. Thats actually not what it said but along the same lines. It had all been arranged by Australia's number one dating site RSVP! I had never used the internet to date before, and had always been a bit skepticle - i mean has it really come to this? But i have met a few people who met there partners on the internet so perhaps i should give it ago.....i mean it's not as though my mobile has been ringing off the hook with offers.
Literally as i put the paper down and lit up a cigarette (which i was planning on giving up this week!) this georgeous guy comes over and asks for a light! As i always do when i fancy someone my mind goes blank and i turn all stupid and girly. Unbelievably he still asks if he can join me and we start talking.
He is cute, he is funny, he has a great body, he is from Melbourne!! WTF?! He is here visiting relatives. Damn it.
4 hours later i have registered my details on the RSVP website and have decided to not quit smoking just yet!
09 February, 2008
Why does it always rain on me?
Since my thoughts just recently have consisted of staying in Sydney, it appears that a higher being is trying to put me off and tell me to go back to England.
Firstly it has rained non stop, its still a great city but like anywhere in the world the rain makes it feel like hard work, dull and miserable. Then yesterday morning i had my first encounter with a cockroach!! I came out of the shower and very nearly stood on it. It was the size of my hand - well maybe not but it was huge. After standing there screaming and trying to kill it with my shoe a house mate very kindly came and rescued me and proceeded to say 'oh it's only a cockroach you get alot of them here'!
Not where i am from you dont! I have never seen one in my whole life.
I also got a call from my mum on Thursday to let me know that my nanny is very sick and they think she only has a couple of weeks to live. My mum was so sad and all i could give her was words of support - i would have given anything to have been with her and given her a hug.
Then there is the job which progressively got worse this week. Working as a PA sucks. They sent me out to get coffee 3 times in one day. I order lunch and write minutes and then i made the fatel mistake of saying i was pretty good at Powerpoint so i spent all of yesterday doing powerpoint presentations for three directors who have not a clue. Guess i am not cut out to be a PA. And if all of that is not bad enough there has been a distinct lack of handsome men to keep me occupied on my travels to and from work. Perhaps the hot guys go into hibernation when it rains.
However i am pleased to report that none of this has dappened (excuse the pun) my spirits too much. On a good note i had an interview at the top radio station in Sydney this week and they want to see me again. If successful they are also able to offer me sponsorship which means i can work here for up to four years. The money is great and i would really be able to live the lifestyle and not feel like a traveller.
I suppose you have to take the good with the bad sometimes.
Sy
Firstly it has rained non stop, its still a great city but like anywhere in the world the rain makes it feel like hard work, dull and miserable. Then yesterday morning i had my first encounter with a cockroach!! I came out of the shower and very nearly stood on it. It was the size of my hand - well maybe not but it was huge. After standing there screaming and trying to kill it with my shoe a house mate very kindly came and rescued me and proceeded to say 'oh it's only a cockroach you get alot of them here'!
Not where i am from you dont! I have never seen one in my whole life.
I also got a call from my mum on Thursday to let me know that my nanny is very sick and they think she only has a couple of weeks to live. My mum was so sad and all i could give her was words of support - i would have given anything to have been with her and given her a hug.
Then there is the job which progressively got worse this week. Working as a PA sucks. They sent me out to get coffee 3 times in one day. I order lunch and write minutes and then i made the fatel mistake of saying i was pretty good at Powerpoint so i spent all of yesterday doing powerpoint presentations for three directors who have not a clue. Guess i am not cut out to be a PA. And if all of that is not bad enough there has been a distinct lack of handsome men to keep me occupied on my travels to and from work. Perhaps the hot guys go into hibernation when it rains.
However i am pleased to report that none of this has dappened (excuse the pun) my spirits too much. On a good note i had an interview at the top radio station in Sydney this week and they want to see me again. If successful they are also able to offer me sponsorship which means i can work here for up to four years. The money is great and i would really be able to live the lifestyle and not feel like a traveller.
I suppose you have to take the good with the bad sometimes.
Sy
04 February, 2008
Could I, Should I
There is one big thought on my mind at the moment (even more so then will it ever stop raining!) and i don't know what has brought it on. I keep thinking about staying in Australia for good. When i started this journey it was to see if there was a better life somewhere and get away from the heartbreak that i was surrounded with at home.
I was on the bus home last night and i heard these two Irish girls talking about how long they have been in Sydney and how easy it was to get sponsorship, and i couldnt help but listen. I never really contemplated staying here when i started out, and perhaps i am being hasty and getting carried away in the whole city life/buzz thing.
So today i have been searching the internet for options. I should be working but its so bloody laid back here i thought i might as well take advantage of the free internet access. Could i really 'live' in Australia? Could i really leave everything behind for good? I have a feeling that nothing would have really changed when i go back home next January. SB will still be there with his girlfriend and his house. My friends and family will surround me, but will it be enough. I have never felt roots in my hometown and country and it took me a long time to realise that i needed to get away. Now i have done that - could i, should i go home again??
Sy
I was on the bus home last night and i heard these two Irish girls talking about how long they have been in Sydney and how easy it was to get sponsorship, and i couldnt help but listen. I never really contemplated staying here when i started out, and perhaps i am being hasty and getting carried away in the whole city life/buzz thing.
So today i have been searching the internet for options. I should be working but its so bloody laid back here i thought i might as well take advantage of the free internet access. Could i really 'live' in Australia? Could i really leave everything behind for good? I have a feeling that nothing would have really changed when i go back home next January. SB will still be there with his girlfriend and his house. My friends and family will surround me, but will it be enough. I have never felt roots in my hometown and country and it took me a long time to realise that i needed to get away. Now i have done that - could i, should i go home again??
Sy
03 February, 2008
Shitty Weather!
Following a shitty Friday night the weekend got much better despite the shitty weather. On Saturday the sun came out about 12pm so i decided to take a stroll to Paddington Market as i had heard it was pretty good. Not really knowing my new area to well i stepped out on Oxford street and was overwhelmed by the amount of trendy, cool, fashionable types that were at every turn. And beautiful too. It certainly made me feel a bit bad about myself.
I have cool and trendy days but this was not one of them - and if it wasnt for the fact i am a lazy cow i would have gone back home and changed!
When walking around the market itself i noticed so many things that i could buy for people back home. Jewellery for my mum, beads for my sister, and big crocodile teddy for my brother and an amazing canvas of Sydney Harbour that i know SB would have loved. I left empty handed and felt a bit sad.
Sunday was another shitty weather day - it seriously rained non stop all day. But that didnt dampen a really great brunch with a fellow blogger JB. He kindly agreed to meet me in Potts Point which is another area i had not visited and i fell in love with. I had not banked on it raining in Sydney so had to cave in and buy an Umbrella which subsequently was bloody broken when i tried to put it up. Again i should have returned it but am a lazy cow. JB talked candidly about his life, his past and his present and it was great to listen to his tales of Sydney. I also think he has a little obsession about England and secretly only agreed to meet me because of my accent!! He also gave me some great tips and where to find single, straight business men and i will be putting his recommedations into practice over the next week or so. Thanks JB.
The weekend was topped off by 4 and half hours of TV! I sat down to watch the biggest loser - my first bit of Australian TV with a big tub of chocolate ice cream and felt pretty smug about it!
Sy
I have cool and trendy days but this was not one of them - and if it wasnt for the fact i am a lazy cow i would have gone back home and changed!
When walking around the market itself i noticed so many things that i could buy for people back home. Jewellery for my mum, beads for my sister, and big crocodile teddy for my brother and an amazing canvas of Sydney Harbour that i know SB would have loved. I left empty handed and felt a bit sad.
Sunday was another shitty weather day - it seriously rained non stop all day. But that didnt dampen a really great brunch with a fellow blogger JB. He kindly agreed to meet me in Potts Point which is another area i had not visited and i fell in love with. I had not banked on it raining in Sydney so had to cave in and buy an Umbrella which subsequently was bloody broken when i tried to put it up. Again i should have returned it but am a lazy cow. JB talked candidly about his life, his past and his present and it was great to listen to his tales of Sydney. I also think he has a little obsession about England and secretly only agreed to meet me because of my accent!! He also gave me some great tips and where to find single, straight business men and i will be putting his recommedations into practice over the next week or so. Thanks JB.
The weekend was topped off by 4 and half hours of TV! I sat down to watch the biggest loser - my first bit of Australian TV with a big tub of chocolate ice cream and felt pretty smug about it!
Sy
02 February, 2008
No heart at Home
Last night i had my first rubbish experience of Sydney.
Having moved out of the hostel all the guys that i shared a room with decided to have one last night out as we were all moving on this week so i met up with the Canadian, the mank, the Italian and the 2 swedes at Side Bar and we were going to hit up some bars and say our farewells. The night started great, now i have a job i don't have to drink cheap beer so i was in full glory drinking Vodka and tonics. We made our way down George Street stopping in a few bars along the way when the Canadian suggested we go to Home - a night club at Darling Harbour. These were his precise words 'Sy, this guy (some random guy at the bar) say's that Home is banging tonight do you fancy going there' I reply 'Umm i guess so if everyone else wants to go, but will they let me in with flip flops (thongs) on' the random guy says 'yeah no problem'
So we go to Home around 12 of us in the end. $25 to get in! But i still go. Nothing is said about my choice of footwear. The club itself was ok, music sounded great, lighting was good. There were a few too many chinese boys wearing baseball caps and trying to rave for my liking but it was ok.
I lasted an hour without a ciggy, so went to find a smoking area. I asked a bouncer who kind of grunted and pointed outside. I went out the door and started to puff away when another bouncer came over and put a gate thing in front of my blocking me from getting back.
'Excuse me i have paid (showed him my stamp) im just having a quick fag and then ill be going back in'
'No you won't'
'Im sorry'
'Once you have come out you cannot go back in till 1am' What the fuck?! It was now 12:15pm.
'But all my friends are in there i can't wait out here alone for 45 minutes?'
'Sorry mate nothing i can do'
'Don't you mate me, are you seriously saying you are gonna leave me standing out here for 45 minutes because i came out for a cigarette?'
'Well i cant let you back in anyway as your wearing thongs'
I was absolutely furious - he wasnt listening which made me even worse so in the end i jumped in a taxi and went back to my home, where i was welcomed by smiling faces and a glass of wine.
Having moved out of the hostel all the guys that i shared a room with decided to have one last night out as we were all moving on this week so i met up with the Canadian, the mank, the Italian and the 2 swedes at Side Bar and we were going to hit up some bars and say our farewells. The night started great, now i have a job i don't have to drink cheap beer so i was in full glory drinking Vodka and tonics. We made our way down George Street stopping in a few bars along the way when the Canadian suggested we go to Home - a night club at Darling Harbour. These were his precise words 'Sy, this guy (some random guy at the bar) say's that Home is banging tonight do you fancy going there' I reply 'Umm i guess so if everyone else wants to go, but will they let me in with flip flops (thongs) on' the random guy says 'yeah no problem'
So we go to Home around 12 of us in the end. $25 to get in! But i still go. Nothing is said about my choice of footwear. The club itself was ok, music sounded great, lighting was good. There were a few too many chinese boys wearing baseball caps and trying to rave for my liking but it was ok.
I lasted an hour without a ciggy, so went to find a smoking area. I asked a bouncer who kind of grunted and pointed outside. I went out the door and started to puff away when another bouncer came over and put a gate thing in front of my blocking me from getting back.
'Excuse me i have paid (showed him my stamp) im just having a quick fag and then ill be going back in'
'No you won't'
'Im sorry'
'Once you have come out you cannot go back in till 1am' What the fuck?! It was now 12:15pm.
'But all my friends are in there i can't wait out here alone for 45 minutes?'
'Sorry mate nothing i can do'
'Don't you mate me, are you seriously saying you are gonna leave me standing out here for 45 minutes because i came out for a cigarette?'
'Well i cant let you back in anyway as your wearing thongs'
I was absolutely furious - he wasnt listening which made me even worse so in the end i jumped in a taxi and went back to my home, where i was welcomed by smiling faces and a glass of wine.
01 February, 2008
Surry Hills
I have a place to stay!I was starting to get just a teeny weeny bit worried that i was not going to find anywhere i liked but then low and behold i stumbled across an area by the name of Surry Hills! How i have missed this little suburb i do not know but it's perfect. Its location is excellent with pretty much everything i need in strolling distance including my fave - Hyde Park. The area itself has a really nice feel to it.....i hate to say it but it kind of reminded me of home! Its my guilty pleasure and it feels familiar to me in a strange way. There are a couple of great pubs - and when i took a look in the Clock last night.....not a bad looking bunch at all!
Anyway i have found a great place - it's not the biggest, cleanist or newest house i have seen. In fact it's really old but my room is a good size, i have lots of storage and clean sheets and it's only me - my own space. I moved in last night and it felt so great to shut the door and be alone. So much so i walked around naked for a while - just coz i could!!!
Also on the man front - i met an Aussie guy in the bar a few nights ago. Really not my type and he had an awful name but was nice guy. I don't trust nice guys! He asked for my mobile number, which i gave to him (think i had had too many Corona's) and he text me last night asking if i wanted to meet. I had an excuse with moving in the house but he text me again asking to meet up. Not sure what to do.........is there any point if i didn't fancy him or does he genuinely just want a friendly drink. Is there such a thing?? Answers on a postcard please.
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