St Paddy's Day

I also had the good fortune to be in Sydney for the great Irish day! Everyone at Indy's was psyched for the day long beer fest... We started the morning in the backyard getting the plan together. While doing so, we had a new arrival- Kat from Scotland. She, Amy, Kezza and I went for a very filling brekky at my fave spot to make sure we had enough grub in our bellies for the beer to come. For my last two weeks at Indy's these were my 'girls'... having many adventures together... also all member of room #5.

Richard, the temperamental owner was cleaning out the fridge and decided to throw a rotting cucumber at me... hitting me at my biggest target... slimy and gross to say the very least... but he gave me a beer for it... and after all cucumbers are green and it got me a beer... so in a very strange way it was fitting to the day!

Claire and Ricky are a darling English couple living in Bondi just doors down from Indy's... their balcony faces our garden. They are Indy's vets, actually having gotten out and getting a flat... once again, very good friends that I miss dearly. We went to their house... the Kiwi sisters, Maxine from Canada, Kezza, Amy, Snickers, Matty (I miss that boy!) and Jaime... had some beers and left overs and headed over to Beach Road hotel. Lots of Buck Hunter was played (I kicked ass!) and the longest game of pool between Kat and I... where we almost got into a fight with an oldy local because he felt like we should just give up...

We met up with Daz, Danny, The Irish lads- Stephen and Bob, and the sweetest irish girls who's names have completely escaped me... we were a good crew and all headed into King's Cross... the Gaff. Kezza, Daz, Danny, Stephen, Bob and I left shortly after getting there and headed to a club to hear some beats. It was a very late night that seemed to roll away...

The club was okay. The music was great... but the place was pretty small and they didn't have any lights to accompany the music, which I happen to like... it was no Twilo... but it did make me think of my dear Kara and Greg who are living in San Diego... miss you guys!!!

When we left... there was a massive fight outside. Apparently the fight had travelled down some blocks with the ambulance following the massive crowd that accompanied the fight...we saw someone head get smashed into the sidewalk... second time in my life I have seen that... and hopefully the last! We booked it out of there into the first cabs that we saw! Kings Cross is the kind of red light district of Sydney... not dangerous by any NY standard... but seedy, filled with sex shops and strip joints. It is notorious for being more rowdy.

Never had a bad St. Paddy's day yet... and it was the 10th anniversary of a very monumental day for me...