In the last few days I seem to have eaten an awful lot of food. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’ve piled on a few kilograms. Two nights in a row, for example I had dinner at Sydney’s famous BBQ King Restaurant, three if you include having left-overs for lunch the following day. I’ve already blogged about the first night with Miss Andrea prior to attending Grumpy Old Women. On that occasion, Miss Andrea had warned a friend of hers who was with us about their usually indifferent customer service. It was a warning that failed to come to fruition. However, on the following night when visiting colleague Martin and I also ended up there at about 11pm, it was clearly evident. Thank goodness the food tastes so good.
Also on that night, Martin, Colin and I went to see the fabulous Hayden Tee in a cabaret performance at the AB-Hotel in Glebe. I’ve been a fan of Hayden for a few years now, and Colin and I joked for a moment that we might have been “Hayden Groupies”. After a noisy start to the show – there was a group of people sitting near us who weren’t there for the show and thought it was okay to stuff their fat faces and talk loudly – the show really came to life. Hayden has spent the last few years working in the UK, but now back in Australia is re-establishing himself. He sang a few old favourites from the CD he released in 2003, as well as some newer songs. Without doubt, the show-stopper was called “There’s a fine, fine line” from the musical, Avenue Q.
“There’s a fine, fine line between a lover and a friend;
There’s a fine, fine line between reality and pretend;
And you never know ’til you reach the top if it was worth the uphill climb.
There’s a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.”
What a line….
“There’s a fine, fine line between love
And a waste of time.”
So yeah, a fabulous show.
In stark contrast to my usual lunchtime which usually involves a sandwich over my key-board, my boss and I ended up going to the Sydney Fish Markets for lunch on Friday.
The disorganised nature of how they take orders, cook food, and get you to pay within a reasonable amount of time at one place without appearing to have any system in place amazed us both. We shared a table with a man and a woman from the United States. She had spent the last month working as a nurse at Royal North Shore Hospital. He had spent the last week on a “Wine Holiday” he had won due to his employment as a wine salesmen. Oddly they went to high school together in a smallish American town, but hadn’t seen each other since they ran into each other at a bar in Sydney the night before. They seemed nice enough and we chatted easily about our lives.
Late in the afternoon, I sent Graeme a text asking if he’d like to join me for an after-work beer. He replied instantly saying he’d been just about to ask me if I was also keen. Great minds think alike. We were joined at Newtown by The Other Andrew, and a good night was had by all.
Noteworthy was the toilet advertising I noticed where the AIDS Council of NSW is offering a service where you can receive email or SMS reminders about tests for sexually transmitted infections, and where recent sexual partners can also receive a message indicating you have had an STI. How terribly modern, we all thought. Let’s hope it helps reduce infection rates.
A reasonably quiet day has followed, with shopping for socks and jocks, and some family history research at the State Library of NSW. Tomorrow should be a little more active.
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