After a great visit to Los Angeles I boarded a 747 bound for Sydney with some of my closest friends I grew up with in Texas. I have never been to Australia so I was going to make sure this was to be something to write home about. I am now 3 full days in and at the moment have not really seen that much of the city staples or tourist type stuff. Truth be told I haven’t done much of anything except drink. But this is not to say that my time here has not already been memorable. I am here to celebrate the union of one of my childhood friends to an Australian girl- but before we head up to Blue Mountains for a beautiful wedding there are some things to do in Sydney first. Via the recommendation of a friend of a friend I found myself at the Australian museum for a special party called Jurassic Lounge. There was a band playing, a naked woman having her body painted by an artist while she laid next to a canvas, and a very thorough exhibit on the aboriginal people of certain regions in Australia. Educational for the whole family. My favorite was the dinosaur exhibit upstairs where there was a DJ spinning and a full on silent disco. I was drunken dancing to Michael Jackson while staring at a skeleton of stegosaurus and sweating up the museum’s headphones. If my memory serves me correctly I have spent a good time on Oxford St as well. Luckily we start boozing pretty early cause most great bars here close at midnite. Also, I did see the Opera house yesterday so I am pretty proud of that.
This city is pretty gorgeous and today holds a ferry ride over to Manly beach. The only bad part of the trip so far was last night, upon returning to the Coogee Bay Hotel, there was a guy with an acoustic guitar playing in the beach bar and doing an awful cover of Sweet Home Alabama. Obnoxiously, I said out loud to my friend “Ugh that shit makes me want to throw up in my mouth!” and we took our drunk asses back to the room. At about 4am I woke up panicked with my mouth full of liquid, the taste of bile and a hint of the Indian food I had for dinner. It was a volcano erupting but I managed to not get anything on the sheets and fell back asleep singing to myself “Big wheels keep on turning, carry me home to see my kin…”