I almost slept through Mardi Gras.
I’d been out for the afternoon and had come home for a brief lie-down.
It was 9.03 when I woke and decided instantly to get my skates on to head off to watch a bit of the parade.
As I walked towards Taylor Square I noticed how busy it all seemed. A factor of the good weather, I suspect. The crowd tends to fluctuate from year to year I’ve noticed, and it’s almost always a factor of the weather.
Anyway, there were people everywhere. Loads of them.
In the end, I couldn’t really find a good position to see anything except the very tops of some of the floats. The Raelians were there again, by the way. So I got a milkshake from the ice-cream van, stood next to a couple of police officers leaning against a wall, drank the shake and came home.
I’ve enjoyed more than my fair share of Mardi Gras parades, and I’ve been in a few. But nowadays the crowds just kill me. It’s not that I’m social phobic or anything. I just feel a slight disconnect.
Otherwise, the day has been quite good.
Andrew and I had made plans to catch up, though he’s been crook in bed for a few days, and wasn’t feeling the best.
Minutes later, Damien came to the rescue of an otherwise boring day with a text message that he was coming into town and wondering if I’d like to catch up for lunch.
We met at Cruise Bar in the Overseas Passenger Terminal. It’s a great bar with terrific views of the Opera House.
A simple lunch, a bottle of wine, and good conversation followed.
We then wandered up into town trying to find a suitable spot for my eye test. Everywhere pretty much seemed booked out. So we gave up. Damien went home to Cronulla. I came home to Surry. And that’s when I had a brief extended lie down for a sleep.