Just something to check out if you're bored - the cameraphone is a little lacklustre, but I hope it tells a little of how freaking cool the Foo Fighters are live and acoustic.
God, it was such a good show... at the end, Dave is talking about how much he loves his songs, and he asked if we had one more in us (being the audience). The crowd started yelling out songs for him to play: "Stacked Actors, Aurora" etc... Someone yells 'Evelong' to which he replies "Of course I'm fucking going to play Everlong, just give me two minutes!". I'm pumped.
Just because I'm obsessed...
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Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
The late night
I'm posting because Adrian has been kind enough to send me some photos that I took with his camera (in the absense of my own) and so I felt that they needed an accompanying post.
Saturday started with some beers at my house - just Juzz, Puck and I. Quality Dave Chappelle viewing and some travellers took us walking for a cab down to the Sheaf. Headed down there for Andy Levine's birthday bevvies. A mixed bag by all accounts, it was good to see some new people and chat to oldies. But we decided to kick on soon enough and grabbed a car load of people up to the Potts Point for the house party. But partying on an empty stomach is always a bad idea (as is rocking up empty-handed) so some Indian Home Diner and longnecks primed the group for action.
The party was in full swing by the time we rocked up and the group was thoroughly mixed. A few people I'd never met before (inlcuding Adrian's mate from Japan that couldn't speak a word of English - yet I some how managed to chat to him for 20mins... hmm..) but also some old faces that aren't on the regular circuit. I had a great time catching up with people and discussing all sorts of crap (including the brilliance of naming a band 'Ten Letters' seeing has it has ten letters!)
After a while, it was time to kick on (not least because the police were getting antsy about noise levels) and we made our way downstairs. Somehow Halpern and Alex McCauly got it into their heads that charging each other was a brilliant idea and, through purely the fault of Puck, we became targets. Manouvure of the week goes to Puck for seeing a monster charge coming, slying stepping out of the way and watching Alex go head first into a Pajero. Brilliant.
We kicked it to Candy's Apartment and were promptly drowned with hardcore trance (woo). But I tore up the d-floor and had some good chats (including getting hit on by an old Ravenswood girl who turned out to be 34 and left in a huff when i called her 'old school'). And who could forget stunning Greta who needed directions from Mansions to Sapphire but who I ended up pouring out my girl problems to. I'm pretty sure she was keen to escape, but she offered sage advice anyway... Good times good times.
The sagas continued and resulted in kebabs and chats outside Oportos til 6am. Coming home with the sun already up and watching joggers is thoroughly depressing. But the night was certainly worth every missed hour of sleep.
Don't forget to check the photos!
Saturday started with some beers at my house - just Juzz, Puck and I. Quality Dave Chappelle viewing and some travellers took us walking for a cab down to the Sheaf. Headed down there for Andy Levine's birthday bevvies. A mixed bag by all accounts, it was good to see some new people and chat to oldies. But we decided to kick on soon enough and grabbed a car load of people up to the Potts Point for the house party. But partying on an empty stomach is always a bad idea (as is rocking up empty-handed) so some Indian Home Diner and longnecks primed the group for action.
The party was in full swing by the time we rocked up and the group was thoroughly mixed. A few people I'd never met before (inlcuding Adrian's mate from Japan that couldn't speak a word of English - yet I some how managed to chat to him for 20mins... hmm..) but also some old faces that aren't on the regular circuit. I had a great time catching up with people and discussing all sorts of crap (including the brilliance of naming a band 'Ten Letters' seeing has it has ten letters!)
After a while, it was time to kick on (not least because the police were getting antsy about noise levels) and we made our way downstairs. Somehow Halpern and Alex McCauly got it into their heads that charging each other was a brilliant idea and, through purely the fault of Puck, we became targets. Manouvure of the week goes to Puck for seeing a monster charge coming, slying stepping out of the way and watching Alex go head first into a Pajero. Brilliant.
We kicked it to Candy's Apartment and were promptly drowned with hardcore trance (woo). But I tore up the d-floor and had some good chats (including getting hit on by an old Ravenswood girl who turned out to be 34 and left in a huff when i called her 'old school'). And who could forget stunning Greta who needed directions from Mansions to Sapphire but who I ended up pouring out my girl problems to. I'm pretty sure she was keen to escape, but she offered sage advice anyway... Good times good times.
The sagas continued and resulted in kebabs and chats outside Oportos til 6am. Coming home with the sun already up and watching joggers is thoroughly depressing. But the night was certainly worth every missed hour of sleep.
Don't forget to check the photos!
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Juzz's Band Comp Performance
This is primarily for those of you who couldn't make it to his showing... Enjoy.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Splendour '06 - Amazing
Where to begin (besides the beginning)? What an amazing holiday away. It's been a while since my last attempt at the blog; no doubt those of you who check it daily would have given up hope (haha...). But, never fear, I've returned and am going to try to relate the events of the last week.
Getting ready on Wednesday was a hurried journey, getting everything ready for Garvo and I to follow Brent and Tawna up the coast. At the last minute, Alec decided that he needed a holiday and joined us for the cruise. We pulled out through Sydney traffic and drove for about an hour and half or so before calling in for the first Maccas stop at "F3 Northbound McDonalds" (all class). The beginning of the abuse hurled at locals began while we were still in greater Sydney, which is never a good sign, but full marks go to Will for allowing Garvo and Al to sit in the back watching DVDs on his latop, while he drove 4 hours straight! But, having reached a place that none of us could pronounce (and being the only beemer for about 120 kms - yuck!), we changed over and proceeded to Coffs Harbour for the night. The motel was reasonable enough, but there was a distinct lack of restaurants that did not fall into the fast food category. After driving for ages, including some improptu off-roading, we found a nice Indian restuarant and snapped up some much-needed food then. After, we snuck down to the local, only to find the Wallabies celebrating one of their players' birthday. Lote, Jeremy Paul, George Gregan, Matt Giteau and Mark Gerrard were all there. Very cool. After Garvo nearly started a small biff with Jeremy Paul, we decided to head home and get ready for the remainder of the drive north lined up for the next day.
We set off nice and early with a freshly charged laptop/DVD player and cruised north with no dilemas. We picked up Dalts and Tones in Ballina and found Shivs and AP when we arrived in Lennox Head (where we were staying). To our surprise, the houses were fantastic. Huge, great layout with nice balconies, perfect for Circle of Death, poker and Dickhead. After Garvo and I finished a shop for our house (Danny and Meals, Alec and Garvo and me - with Bec & Sandon and Brad to come later), we sat and began drinking. Parallel imported cases of Becks for $40 meant a shitload of beers and good times. Checking my Flickr account will show you how many beers we drank in 2 nights, between about 5 guys. Not a bad effort. The only real debacle was losing Circle of Death and having to skull a coffee plunger with 3/4 beer, 1/4 red wine (a soft skull by most accounts). But the night was enjoyable and we still had plenty left to do.
The next day, Garvo, Brent and I headed off fishing, but we lasted almost no time - incliment weather and boredom set in, so we headed back. Much cards and footy passing gave way to a trip to Nimbin. We drove for almost an hour to get there, but it was a freaky place. Everyone was stoned as, people were lighting up in the street and dealing openly. One of our party (not mentioning any names, DEALER) purchased some weed, but it we actually got a fair bit more than we were expecting - a solid bargain. We headed home and got stuck back into the beers and pot. Another very interesting night, and the first night represented in the photos I have.
The next day, Alec took me on a date for breakfast and we just lounged around until about 1pm. Then we all tried to get into gear to head to Byron and generally were in a massive shambles. Just as we were about to get on the bus, Shivs decided to check if I had the tickets. Which I didn't. So a mad dash and a change of plans meant that driving was in order.
After all the buggering around, we arrived at the festival. First port of call was Youthgroup, then Death Cab for Cutie, Mos Def, TV on the Radio, rest (with Something for Kate in the background), Grinspoon and DJ Shadow. All were fantastic, but TV on the Radio were outstanding live and Shadow was brilliant. I was so happy that I got to see him, and although the others thought he was a little too intense, I was pumped up. Grinspoon were also surprisingly tight, playing a lot of singles - meaning that we could all sing along.
Sunday was always going to be the bigger day. Better prepared and definitely no driving stood me in good stead for a massive night. Seeing as Clap Your Hands Say Yeah had pulled out, no one had to be there til 4 to see Snow Patrol, but Shivs and I had been tussling who was in the country and could fill the ???? spot (a blank set at 3pm). At the merest hint that it could be Arctic Monkeys, we decided it was definitely worth heading in for. As it turned out, it was someone a lot more exciting. The Vines had made a comeback (since the lead singer was diagnosed with Asbergers Syndromw, i.e. autism, he wasn't supposed to play live). That was pretty wicked, seeing as the Vines could have headlined the entire festival. Snow Patrol, a bit of You Am I, Jose Gonzales (though SO many people were there, we could barely hear and couldn't get in), Yeah Yeah Yeahs, a bit of Wolfmother...
Then Alec decided that we should try and meet his mate who is part of Bang Gang. While we thought we would be able to chill of the side of the stage, we got to stand with the DJs, in front of 8,000 people, dancing and acting like idiots. Necking vodka from one of their bottles (possibly laced with some coke or acid - we both started feeling a little weird later) we had an awesome time, then got to sit in the best position for Scissor Sisters. We then headed back for Brian Wilson, who had about 15,000 people doing the twist to Surfing USA. A long walk home, involving Dalts trying to steal a police cruiser and the best kebab ever, we managed to hijack a bus to take us back to Lennox.
The next two days were spent driving home, stopping for the night in Port Macquarie, where a power failure meant that one of my DVDs got stuck in the player. All in all, an amazing trip and definitely one that (hopefully) will be replicated in later years!
Getting ready on Wednesday was a hurried journey, getting everything ready for Garvo and I to follow Brent and Tawna up the coast. At the last minute, Alec decided that he needed a holiday and joined us for the cruise. We pulled out through Sydney traffic and drove for about an hour and half or so before calling in for the first Maccas stop at "F3 Northbound McDonalds" (all class). The beginning of the abuse hurled at locals began while we were still in greater Sydney, which is never a good sign, but full marks go to Will for allowing Garvo and Al to sit in the back watching DVDs on his latop, while he drove 4 hours straight! But, having reached a place that none of us could pronounce (and being the only beemer for about 120 kms - yuck!), we changed over and proceeded to Coffs Harbour for the night. The motel was reasonable enough, but there was a distinct lack of restaurants that did not fall into the fast food category. After driving for ages, including some improptu off-roading, we found a nice Indian restuarant and snapped up some much-needed food then. After, we snuck down to the local, only to find the Wallabies celebrating one of their players' birthday. Lote, Jeremy Paul, George Gregan, Matt Giteau and Mark Gerrard were all there. Very cool. After Garvo nearly started a small biff with Jeremy Paul, we decided to head home and get ready for the remainder of the drive north lined up for the next day.
We set off nice and early with a freshly charged laptop/DVD player and cruised north with no dilemas. We picked up Dalts and Tones in Ballina and found Shivs and AP when we arrived in Lennox Head (where we were staying). To our surprise, the houses were fantastic. Huge, great layout with nice balconies, perfect for Circle of Death, poker and Dickhead. After Garvo and I finished a shop for our house (Danny and Meals, Alec and Garvo and me - with Bec & Sandon and Brad to come later), we sat and began drinking. Parallel imported cases of Becks for $40 meant a shitload of beers and good times. Checking my Flickr account will show you how many beers we drank in 2 nights, between about 5 guys. Not a bad effort. The only real debacle was losing Circle of Death and having to skull a coffee plunger with 3/4 beer, 1/4 red wine (a soft skull by most accounts). But the night was enjoyable and we still had plenty left to do.
The next day, Garvo, Brent and I headed off fishing, but we lasted almost no time - incliment weather and boredom set in, so we headed back. Much cards and footy passing gave way to a trip to Nimbin. We drove for almost an hour to get there, but it was a freaky place. Everyone was stoned as, people were lighting up in the street and dealing openly. One of our party (not mentioning any names, DEALER) purchased some weed, but it we actually got a fair bit more than we were expecting - a solid bargain. We headed home and got stuck back into the beers and pot. Another very interesting night, and the first night represented in the photos I have.
The next day, Alec took me on a date for breakfast and we just lounged around until about 1pm. Then we all tried to get into gear to head to Byron and generally were in a massive shambles. Just as we were about to get on the bus, Shivs decided to check if I had the tickets. Which I didn't. So a mad dash and a change of plans meant that driving was in order.
After all the buggering around, we arrived at the festival. First port of call was Youthgroup, then Death Cab for Cutie, Mos Def, TV on the Radio, rest (with Something for Kate in the background), Grinspoon and DJ Shadow. All were fantastic, but TV on the Radio were outstanding live and Shadow was brilliant. I was so happy that I got to see him, and although the others thought he was a little too intense, I was pumped up. Grinspoon were also surprisingly tight, playing a lot of singles - meaning that we could all sing along.
Sunday was always going to be the bigger day. Better prepared and definitely no driving stood me in good stead for a massive night. Seeing as Clap Your Hands Say Yeah had pulled out, no one had to be there til 4 to see Snow Patrol, but Shivs and I had been tussling who was in the country and could fill the ???? spot (a blank set at 3pm). At the merest hint that it could be Arctic Monkeys, we decided it was definitely worth heading in for. As it turned out, it was someone a lot more exciting. The Vines had made a comeback (since the lead singer was diagnosed with Asbergers Syndromw, i.e. autism, he wasn't supposed to play live). That was pretty wicked, seeing as the Vines could have headlined the entire festival. Snow Patrol, a bit of You Am I, Jose Gonzales (though SO many people were there, we could barely hear and couldn't get in), Yeah Yeah Yeahs, a bit of Wolfmother...
Then Alec decided that we should try and meet his mate who is part of Bang Gang. While we thought we would be able to chill of the side of the stage, we got to stand with the DJs, in front of 8,000 people, dancing and acting like idiots. Necking vodka from one of their bottles (possibly laced with some coke or acid - we both started feeling a little weird later) we had an awesome time, then got to sit in the best position for Scissor Sisters. We then headed back for Brian Wilson, who had about 15,000 people doing the twist to Surfing USA. A long walk home, involving Dalts trying to steal a police cruiser and the best kebab ever, we managed to hijack a bus to take us back to Lennox.
The next two days were spent driving home, stopping for the night in Port Macquarie, where a power failure meant that one of my DVDs got stuck in the player. All in all, an amazing trip and definitely one that (hopefully) will be replicated in later years!
Monday, March 27, 2006
How times have changed!
So it's been 10 days since I posted and I can barely remember any of the things that have happened. Let me just recap events as they come to mind. Last Saturday was a nice quiet dinner in Surry Hills with Jess, Lis, Drew and Pat. Slight issues locating the correct restuarant that we all wanted to go to, but we did find a nice new bar "Dome Bar" which kinda made up for it. Got home by 10:30pm after a couple of bottles of wine and was happy to leave it at that. However, Kate, Mo and Siena had different ideas. Literally dragged to their car, we were off to Havana bar (which James describes as even too young for him) and some weird times. Then to Hampton Court, some random pool and off to Alec's for some late night poker. Kate wasn't feeling well and needed a cab, requiring some flexible truths to a cabby to get him to go Woollahra, Kings Cross, Bellevue Hill and back to Five Dock in 20 mins before his shift ended.
On the Sunday I headed out west (well, edge of the inner west, to be correct) to 'Auto Salon' annual motor show. Not like your regular motor shows, this specialises in customised cars. Lamborghini Gallardo with the number plate IMBRKE ("I'm Broke"), 20" wheels on small hatches and "GLFKRT" ("Golf Kart") on a green VW were all highlights. If you click on the above photo, it will (eventually) take you to my photos.
Uni is standard (though inclement weather kept me to only have an hour on Thursday - well, that and the purchase of my new Xbox 360) and have been stealing cheeky beers almost every night. But the real fun began on Thursday.
It was early on Thursday arvo that we headed to the Enmore for our 'Crate Digger' tickets to see De La Soul. Special merchandise, a couple of free drinks but the kicker was the opportunity to meet the band. Except that they never showed up. Rumours of their arrogance when it comes to these things is legendary, so it was a little optimistic to expect... but still. The support acts weren't anything that noteworthy and so we spent most of the time from 6 til 11 chilling with beers/coffee (depending on preference) and generally hanging out. The guys kicked off about half an hour late but were pretty good when they got started. Knew by sound most of their music, but the set up was shit and all you could hear was the bass and the vocals, meaning I could recognise very little. Juzz offered a lift (via Summer Hill and Wynard) in the rain, which resulted in a number of break downs from his '73 Holden Torana - good times indeed.
Friday involved very little, with the exception of some hardcore Xboxing (new verb) and then meeting up with old UNO people for a couple of beverages. Pub crawling our way through Surry Hills, we ended up and some dicey bar in Strawberry Hills near Central, from where I offered to walk Eli back to Crown St. From there we went to Starbucks (closed) so had to walk to the bottom of Oxford St to get another coffee. Then, we walked all the way back to the other end of Oxford St to get in cabs. I dropped by the Elephant and Wheelbarrow to meet up with Alec etc, but they had moved on and it was getting time for home.
Saturday was Sarah Willmott's 21st and I was planning a quiet one, so I forced myself to drive. Somehow that didn't play out too well and managed to get roped into driving to the Coutrhouse (read: diciest bar on Oxford St), following the hire bus taking the party. I pulled alongside to shout abuse at Dalts and Brent as we drove past, only to see a flash of skin (looking suspiciously like a scrotum) and then Brent's dick hanging out the window. Luckily I decided to put up my window because my car suddenly got a showering! The only remaining highlight was watching the 3 o'clock Chartreuse shots and the subsequent three-man instant spew (inevitable really).
Last night was the kicker. I was exhausted all day (not helped by my first climb in 2 weeks knackering my arms) but pumped myself up for Kanye at 7. We got there and the queue was stretching around the entire venue and out onto the next street, so no time for pre-gig bevvies. Finally got in, the place was packed and really struggled to get a good position. For most of the time, I could barely see, but it barely mattered. By far the best hip hop concert ever, he had a 12 piece strings section to back him up and just played all his best songs. He sprained his ankle at one point, so he said that to make up for his lack of bouncing around, he'd play extra songs. Massive string solos, playing his favourite songs from the old school, Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve with a rap track over the top, stringed version of Diamonds are Forever... it was unbelievable. I sung myself hoarse (regretting that now) but was so wired after. The photo above is from Touch the Sky, the last song he played in his encore and the best song on his new album. The crowd was so pumped for it, wicked...
On the Sunday I headed out west (well, edge of the inner west, to be correct) to 'Auto Salon' annual motor show. Not like your regular motor shows, this specialises in customised cars. Lamborghini Gallardo with the number plate IMBRKE ("I'm Broke"), 20" wheels on small hatches and "GLFKRT" ("Golf Kart") on a green VW were all highlights. If you click on the above photo, it will (eventually) take you to my photos.
Uni is standard (though inclement weather kept me to only have an hour on Thursday - well, that and the purchase of my new Xbox 360) and have been stealing cheeky beers almost every night. But the real fun began on Thursday.
It was early on Thursday arvo that we headed to the Enmore for our 'Crate Digger' tickets to see De La Soul. Special merchandise, a couple of free drinks but the kicker was the opportunity to meet the band. Except that they never showed up. Rumours of their arrogance when it comes to these things is legendary, so it was a little optimistic to expect... but still. The support acts weren't anything that noteworthy and so we spent most of the time from 6 til 11 chilling with beers/coffee (depending on preference) and generally hanging out. The guys kicked off about half an hour late but were pretty good when they got started. Knew by sound most of their music, but the set up was shit and all you could hear was the bass and the vocals, meaning I could recognise very little. Juzz offered a lift (via Summer Hill and Wynard) in the rain, which resulted in a number of break downs from his '73 Holden Torana - good times indeed.
Friday involved very little, with the exception of some hardcore Xboxing (new verb) and then meeting up with old UNO people for a couple of beverages. Pub crawling our way through Surry Hills, we ended up and some dicey bar in Strawberry Hills near Central, from where I offered to walk Eli back to Crown St. From there we went to Starbucks (closed) so had to walk to the bottom of Oxford St to get another coffee. Then, we walked all the way back to the other end of Oxford St to get in cabs. I dropped by the Elephant and Wheelbarrow to meet up with Alec etc, but they had moved on and it was getting time for home.
Saturday was Sarah Willmott's 21st and I was planning a quiet one, so I forced myself to drive. Somehow that didn't play out too well and managed to get roped into driving to the Coutrhouse (read: diciest bar on Oxford St), following the hire bus taking the party. I pulled alongside to shout abuse at Dalts and Brent as we drove past, only to see a flash of skin (looking suspiciously like a scrotum) and then Brent's dick hanging out the window. Luckily I decided to put up my window because my car suddenly got a showering! The only remaining highlight was watching the 3 o'clock Chartreuse shots and the subsequent three-man instant spew (inevitable really).
Last night was the kicker. I was exhausted all day (not helped by my first climb in 2 weeks knackering my arms) but pumped myself up for Kanye at 7. We got there and the queue was stretching around the entire venue and out onto the next street, so no time for pre-gig bevvies. Finally got in, the place was packed and really struggled to get a good position. For most of the time, I could barely see, but it barely mattered. By far the best hip hop concert ever, he had a 12 piece strings section to back him up and just played all his best songs. He sprained his ankle at one point, so he said that to make up for his lack of bouncing around, he'd play extra songs. Massive string solos, playing his favourite songs from the old school, Bittersweet Symphony by the Verve with a rap track over the top, stringed version of Diamonds are Forever... it was unbelievable. I sung myself hoarse (regretting that now) but was so wired after. The photo above is from Touch the Sky, the last song he played in his encore and the best song on his new album. The crowd was so pumped for it, wicked...
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Post-law drinks...
Yesterday was a little above the ordinary so I thought that I should actually put the blog to work and document something. Pounded through 5 hours of Uni, including 2 hours of surrealist Spanish cinema (which completely did my head in) and coming to the opinion (again!) that I hate first years.
However, I had to jump out of class early to rush to the Conservatorium to hear Condolezza Rice speak to university students from all over Sydney. That was a little interesting, seeing as all the other people I was there with had come from work and were wearing suits, and I was chilling in patchy jeans and a t-shirt. Secret Service were certainly giving me an eye-balling to make sure I wasn't a 'Socialist Alliance' plant, ready to disrupt proceedings! (luckily for me, they were sitting elsewhere and were promptly removed upon cheering 'The blood of Iraqi children is on your hands').
From City to Bondi Junction for lunch with JD and Hels, then home and rushing to get ready (so I forgot my camera!) to meet Bradders at the White Horse for hourly priced cocktails (i.e. $4 at 4pm, $5 at 5pm...) That left us a little worse for wear and so he headed home and I trudged down to the law party in the rocks. By the time I'd got there (and left and come back to buy Jess some smokes!) the party was raging. Chilled out with a number of people that I hadn't seen in ages and turned into a great night. Fair few beers later, all chilled by about 1.30 and we headed home.
NOW, the real problem arose when I got out the front of my house to find that I didn't have my keys. Ok, so I decided I would climb the wall, no dramas. I took off my boots because they're not at all conducive to climbing. That necessitated removing my jeans as well, so I didn't rip them. I was a little drunk, and considering that I didn't have any pants, I thought I would ditch the shirt as well. As I was climbing over the wall, who would drive past but.... the police; on routine patrol. A very short conversation with Will in his underpants presenting his ID and trying to explain that he lived here was followed by me scampering up the stairs.
At the moment, we have 4 Canadian billets staying with us from a rugby tour James is dealing with. As I get into my room (having sneaked around the outside of the house to make sure that I don't wake them) I find one has sleptwalked his way into one of the chairs in front of my TV. Very very strange.
However, I had to jump out of class early to rush to the Conservatorium to hear Condolezza Rice speak to university students from all over Sydney. That was a little interesting, seeing as all the other people I was there with had come from work and were wearing suits, and I was chilling in patchy jeans and a t-shirt. Secret Service were certainly giving me an eye-balling to make sure I wasn't a 'Socialist Alliance' plant, ready to disrupt proceedings! (luckily for me, they were sitting elsewhere and were promptly removed upon cheering 'The blood of Iraqi children is on your hands').
From City to Bondi Junction for lunch with JD and Hels, then home and rushing to get ready (so I forgot my camera!) to meet Bradders at the White Horse for hourly priced cocktails (i.e. $4 at 4pm, $5 at 5pm...) That left us a little worse for wear and so he headed home and I trudged down to the law party in the rocks. By the time I'd got there (and left and come back to buy Jess some smokes!) the party was raging. Chilled out with a number of people that I hadn't seen in ages and turned into a great night. Fair few beers later, all chilled by about 1.30 and we headed home.
NOW, the real problem arose when I got out the front of my house to find that I didn't have my keys. Ok, so I decided I would climb the wall, no dramas. I took off my boots because they're not at all conducive to climbing. That necessitated removing my jeans as well, so I didn't rip them. I was a little drunk, and considering that I didn't have any pants, I thought I would ditch the shirt as well. As I was climbing over the wall, who would drive past but.... the police; on routine patrol. A very short conversation with Will in his underpants presenting his ID and trying to explain that he lived here was followed by me scampering up the stairs.
At the moment, we have 4 Canadian billets staying with us from a rugby tour James is dealing with. As I get into my room (having sneaked around the outside of the house to make sure that I don't wake them) I find one has sleptwalked his way into one of the chairs in front of my TV. Very very strange.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Absolutely nothing happening...
Well.. I have nothing to add at all. Nothing has happened since my last post. I've been dying for uni to start, if only to give me something to do. First year Sociology and a Film & History course - resulting in 5 hours of classes a week, three days off (my days at uni are the equivalent of weekends) and absolutely no friends left on campus. It is time to venture out and meet new people (though they will almost be the same age as James!).
Been getting into the alternative sports still... added to rock climbing (that is slightly on hiatus while J-Bob finishes his med exams) is squash. A couple of rackets for my birthday has meant a number of games and, though I'm still truly a beginner, I feel like I'm definitely a champion in the making.
I feel that I should add some pics from what's been happening, but sad to say that I don't have many. The latest ones off my phone are from a drunken poker night at Alec's. Standard.
Will try to get more interesting things happening so that I have a reason to post... (because THAT'S the motivation in my life to do things!)
Actually, I've found that if you are really keen, you link RSS feed this blog and get a little update telling you when I've posted. I already have RSS feeds for sites like the Sydney Morning Herald etc, but if you're desperate to be the first to get my posts, the link is here:
http://atestofwill.blogspot.com/atom.xml
Been getting into the alternative sports still... added to rock climbing (that is slightly on hiatus while J-Bob finishes his med exams) is squash. A couple of rackets for my birthday has meant a number of games and, though I'm still truly a beginner, I feel like I'm definitely a champion in the making.
I feel that I should add some pics from what's been happening, but sad to say that I don't have many. The latest ones off my phone are from a drunken poker night at Alec's. Standard.
Will try to get more interesting things happening so that I have a reason to post... (because THAT'S the motivation in my life to do things!)
Actually, I've found that if you are really keen, you link RSS feed this blog and get a little update telling you when I've posted. I already have RSS feeds for sites like the Sydney Morning Herald etc, but if you're desperate to be the first to get my posts, the link is here:
http://atestofwill.blogspot.com/atom.xml
Monday, February 27, 2006
Tribal man
This week has been just running down the clock until Uni starts. Not long to go now. Monday brought the final game for the season, with a resounding victory over a solid team (who just happened to be missing 2 people, and had no reserves).
Thursday night turned out a little strange. Starting with Juzz's cameo trival hosting, we annihilated the field, coming a solid second and taking home a case of Coopers. Except that we didn't take it home, we took it to the cricket oval at USNW. Kroch, Poz, J-Bob, Puck and I sat down to consumer our beverages. Suddenly, out of the shadows, people began to appear. In about 20 minutes, we had managed to accumulate a group of about 15 people. Surprisingly, a couple of the random 2nd year guys had 'heard' of JD, so we were forced to spread some rumours about his threesome activities...
We then headed into the party, where much alcohol and free tattooing gave way Poz and I getting gangster tears sprayed onto our cheeks. This proved to be a slight problem for Poz when a group of 50 (or so he says) students began harassing him and were ready to knock him out. Soft as...
Friday night was a night out for my birthday - I had organised a night at the White Horse in Surry Hills and jammed out a couple of emails to some friends. Turned out to be a good night; fair few drinks, good company and a great location meant that fun was had by all. We then moved on to the Courthouse at 12, where Dalts laced me up with doubles of Chartreuse and everyone got hammered. Of the 6 people who stayed til the end, all were feeling very sketchy the next morning.
Saturday was pretty chilled, but I headed over to Alec's to give him some cigars and to bum around. Chilling with a couple of beers with Al and Garvo was nice and relaxing! Then I picked up Pat and drove over to one of his friend's places in Point Piper. Gideon was hosting a mild BBQ, and while I was blatantly the odd man out, I met some interesting people and had a good time. Then back to Al's for more poker, Hennessey XO and Cohiba Esplondidos... good times.
Thursday night turned out a little strange. Starting with Juzz's cameo trival hosting, we annihilated the field, coming a solid second and taking home a case of Coopers. Except that we didn't take it home, we took it to the cricket oval at USNW. Kroch, Poz, J-Bob, Puck and I sat down to consumer our beverages. Suddenly, out of the shadows, people began to appear. In about 20 minutes, we had managed to accumulate a group of about 15 people. Surprisingly, a couple of the random 2nd year guys had 'heard' of JD, so we were forced to spread some rumours about his threesome activities...
We then headed into the party, where much alcohol and free tattooing gave way Poz and I getting gangster tears sprayed onto our cheeks. This proved to be a slight problem for Poz when a group of 50 (or so he says) students began harassing him and were ready to knock him out. Soft as...
Friday night was a night out for my birthday - I had organised a night at the White Horse in Surry Hills and jammed out a couple of emails to some friends. Turned out to be a good night; fair few drinks, good company and a great location meant that fun was had by all. We then moved on to the Courthouse at 12, where Dalts laced me up with doubles of Chartreuse and everyone got hammered. Of the 6 people who stayed til the end, all were feeling very sketchy the next morning.
Saturday was pretty chilled, but I headed over to Alec's to give him some cigars and to bum around. Chilling with a couple of beers with Al and Garvo was nice and relaxing! Then I picked up Pat and drove over to one of his friend's places in Point Piper. Gideon was hosting a mild BBQ, and while I was blatantly the odd man out, I met some interesting people and had a good time. Then back to Al's for more poker, Hennessey XO and Cohiba Esplondidos... good times.
Monday, February 20, 2006
James over the railing at Talib Kweli
Just whiling away the last couple of weeks of holidays, enjoying the fact that I'm not doing anything of import..
Last Sunday was spent at the SCG, watching the mighty Aussies decimate (yes JD, reduce by a factor of 10) the Sri Lankans - HUGE scores, numerous beers, good times. After the cricket, I headed to the Opera Bar to meet Evan and Monty - both back from travels to the Americas (South and North respectively). Indecision plagued the outcome, but it was good to talk to everyone...
Touch football was a draw, my rock-climbing skills are steadily increasing but the week has been generally quiet.
The Beach Road has become the new haunt for a Wednesday night, though it started innocent enough. A charity advance screening of 'Lord of War', followed by quiet beers downstairs in the garden (til moved on), more beers in the lounge (til moved on), a mammoth round of 4 player Buck Hunter (til moved on) and then upstairs to the d-floor. We met some of J-Bob's school friends, absent from his radar for the last 5 years. JD, never to miss an opportunity, pushed past everyone (with a magnificent display of cock-blocking) to have a crack which, to EVERYONE's surprise, actually yielded some results.
Thursday was my birthday and required minimal drinks at the Sheaf for an hour or two. Friday involved dinner and drinks in Newtown with a small, but delightful, group... A couple more drinks, a swing on the d-floor, the loss of my car keys and I called it a night.
The attached photo relates to Saturday - the 2006 Good Vibrations festival. I worked like a dog selling untold amounts of water, but I managed to get to see a little bit of Talib Kweli - only to find James right at the font. That is him, on someone's shoulders, reaching for the heavens. TK was phenomenal and really got the crowd moving... and while most were disappointed with James Brown's efforts, he was pretty amazing for someone over 100!! (well, almost).
Sunday brought the major semi-final for the A-League comp. Sydney FC vs. Adelaide, watching the game with Pete and two other poms meant that numerous beers were consumed - and I for one was struggling to keep up. Suffice it to say that I think I broke a couple of toes and was in bed by 10:00pm. Good times...
Last Sunday was spent at the SCG, watching the mighty Aussies decimate (yes JD, reduce by a factor of 10) the Sri Lankans - HUGE scores, numerous beers, good times. After the cricket, I headed to the Opera Bar to meet Evan and Monty - both back from travels to the Americas (South and North respectively). Indecision plagued the outcome, but it was good to talk to everyone...
Touch football was a draw, my rock-climbing skills are steadily increasing but the week has been generally quiet.
The Beach Road has become the new haunt for a Wednesday night, though it started innocent enough. A charity advance screening of 'Lord of War', followed by quiet beers downstairs in the garden (til moved on), more beers in the lounge (til moved on), a mammoth round of 4 player Buck Hunter (til moved on) and then upstairs to the d-floor. We met some of J-Bob's school friends, absent from his radar for the last 5 years. JD, never to miss an opportunity, pushed past everyone (with a magnificent display of cock-blocking) to have a crack which, to EVERYONE's surprise, actually yielded some results.
Thursday was my birthday and required minimal drinks at the Sheaf for an hour or two. Friday involved dinner and drinks in Newtown with a small, but delightful, group... A couple more drinks, a swing on the d-floor, the loss of my car keys and I called it a night.
The attached photo relates to Saturday - the 2006 Good Vibrations festival. I worked like a dog selling untold amounts of water, but I managed to get to see a little bit of Talib Kweli - only to find James right at the font. That is him, on someone's shoulders, reaching for the heavens. TK was phenomenal and really got the crowd moving... and while most were disappointed with James Brown's efforts, he was pretty amazing for someone over 100!! (well, almost).
Sunday brought the major semi-final for the A-League comp. Sydney FC vs. Adelaide, watching the game with Pete and two other poms meant that numerous beers were consumed - and I for one was struggling to keep up. Suffice it to say that I think I broke a couple of toes and was in bed by 10:00pm. Good times...
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Weekly check-in...
It seems as though I'm now only able to contribute once a week - not that that is any indication of business on my part. Nothing has really been happening over the last week; in fact, it's been pretty quiet. Our first victory in our touch comp of the season was sweet, indoor rock climbing has become a (minor) passion and is getting somewhat addictive. Also played squash with Alec and Pete two days in row at the end of this week, which proved to be quite the challenge. At least, it left me feeling very sore (well, that's my excuse for my laclustre performance.
Xania, an old friend from Melbourne, came up to Sydney and needed a guide for a couple of days - as always, happy to oblige. Thursday involved a couple of beers at the Sheaf, followed by a trek into the rocks and back to Victoria Room at the Cross. The fact that she was staying with some friends of mine (though none of them had actually met, purely by coincidence) was pretty amazing! In turn, I managed to meet some new people as well, though it was a little random. But a good time was certainly had.
Friday produced dinner at Nove (Woolloomooloo), drinks at the Tilbury (where we bumped into Ollie Birch (randomly) and then off to see Juzz's gig at Mascot. THEN, back to Fringe for a couple of beverages, but an early night was called in when everyone decided they couldn't be stuffed.
Yesterday was spent watching Pete play Sevens at Warriewood, Neilson Park volleyball until well after dark, and then beers, rugby and poker at Alec's. Enjoyment at every turn...
Xania, an old friend from Melbourne, came up to Sydney and needed a guide for a couple of days - as always, happy to oblige. Thursday involved a couple of beers at the Sheaf, followed by a trek into the rocks and back to Victoria Room at the Cross. The fact that she was staying with some friends of mine (though none of them had actually met, purely by coincidence) was pretty amazing! In turn, I managed to meet some new people as well, though it was a little random. But a good time was certainly had.
Friday produced dinner at Nove (Woolloomooloo), drinks at the Tilbury (where we bumped into Ollie Birch (randomly) and then off to see Juzz's gig at Mascot. THEN, back to Fringe for a couple of beverages, but an early night was called in when everyone decided they couldn't be stuffed.
Yesterday was spent watching Pete play Sevens at Warriewood, Neilson Park volleyball until well after dark, and then beers, rugby and poker at Alec's. Enjoyment at every turn...
Sunday, February 05, 2006
A long Saturday night...
Nothing much has been happening event-wise since the BDO - I've been slogging through my pretty shitty AWARD application though I'm not too confident at this point.
However, Friday night was a bit of a rager. Marcus dragged me to the soccer (read: football) which turned out to be a fantastic game. Drizzle marred proceedings somewhat, but Sydney had quite the nail-biter against Adelaide. On the way home, he decided that he wanted to trek to the city to scout out some potential he had his eye on. Turns out we arrived at the Retro Hotel, jamming out some of the best the 80s and early 90s could throw at us. Unfortunately, Marcus was ultimately unsuccessful (the girl managed to pull her two best friends instead - one guy, one girl) but when Juzz, Brad and JD arrived, the party lifted again. Hitting on photographers, building enormous glow bracelet/necklace chains, lying to get into bars (having lost ALL my memberships when they fell out of my wallet!) and being forced to finish at the Slip Inn. Tiring of that, we returned to my house and Juzz, Brad and I had a spontaneous D&M til 4...
Last night was also strange. Starting quite late, at about 10, we headed to Happy Daze (only Juzz can't fucking spell and we were told Happy Days - hence Bobyn and I in indentical jeans and leather jackets; we looked so straight on Oxford St in matching outfits!!) Couple of beverages and some damage on the dance floor, and I decided to move on to the Paddington Inn to meet up with Alec etc. More cheeky drinks and we were moving onto the Cross - Shivs, Scott and I decided that walking was in order but we found a keg to carry with us. I am the world's strongest man, carrying the keg above my head for the entire Cutler Walkway...
Just ended the night at Hampton, sat and drank til 5am... Highlight goes to Garvo, mashed off his brain, slowly carrying a whole tray of beers back (at 4:30am), only to celebrate this achievement by dropping them all... a very broken man indeed.
However, Friday night was a bit of a rager. Marcus dragged me to the soccer (read: football) which turned out to be a fantastic game. Drizzle marred proceedings somewhat, but Sydney had quite the nail-biter against Adelaide. On the way home, he decided that he wanted to trek to the city to scout out some potential he had his eye on. Turns out we arrived at the Retro Hotel, jamming out some of the best the 80s and early 90s could throw at us. Unfortunately, Marcus was ultimately unsuccessful (the girl managed to pull her two best friends instead - one guy, one girl) but when Juzz, Brad and JD arrived, the party lifted again. Hitting on photographers, building enormous glow bracelet/necklace chains, lying to get into bars (having lost ALL my memberships when they fell out of my wallet!) and being forced to finish at the Slip Inn. Tiring of that, we returned to my house and Juzz, Brad and I had a spontaneous D&M til 4...
Last night was also strange. Starting quite late, at about 10, we headed to Happy Daze (only Juzz can't fucking spell and we were told Happy Days - hence Bobyn and I in indentical jeans and leather jackets; we looked so straight on Oxford St in matching outfits!!) Couple of beverages and some damage on the dance floor, and I decided to move on to the Paddington Inn to meet up with Alec etc. More cheeky drinks and we were moving onto the Cross - Shivs, Scott and I decided that walking was in order but we found a keg to carry with us. I am the world's strongest man, carrying the keg above my head for the entire Cutler Walkway...
Just ended the night at Hampton, sat and drank til 5am... Highlight goes to Garvo, mashed off his brain, slowly carrying a whole tray of beers back (at 4:30am), only to celebrate this achievement by dropping them all... a very broken man indeed.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Big Day Out, 2006
I've been relaxing nicely for the last week - making the most of my newfound calling as a man of leisure. Tennis has been played, and I went from undefeated champion (7-6, 6-4, 6-2) on Monday to 2-6, 0-6 devasted loser at the hands of Pete. Of course, conditions were not at all favourable and I was still nursing some niggling injuries from the previous match (well, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it).
Wednesday night involved seeing Juzz and Josh play at the New Market and then off to the Eastern. However, impending public holiday and ENORMOUS queues meant for some membership handing on - the result being the confiscation of Juzz' membership and the need to move on greener pastures (i.e. Cargo). And then the fun began.
JD is an animal - picked up two randoms, started some conversation, had me 'wingman' the 'uglier' one (his words and he owes me BIG time) while pulling the other. Against my back. Slightly uncomfortable. However, then she disappeared on him. 'I've never kissed someone who didn't like me before... weird' was his only comment...
Yesterday was Australia Day - headed over to Tor M's house for a BBQ and some beverages and then out to Big Day Out. Circumstances, the multitudes and just running out of luck meant that I couldn't get to meet up with Brad or Kroch. Despite this slow start, I managed to get reasonably close to the Mars Volta who were intense... 45 mins without stopping once - just an onslaught of their prog-rock/jazz fusion. Pretty incredible. Then over to Common, who was wicked and finally to 2ManyDJs - best dance set I've ever heard... 14,400 square metre pavillion, huge screens, wicked light show and some awesome tunes. They are my favourite DJs, hailling from Belgium, and they would drop some classics (Primal Scream - Get Your Rocks Off, Rapture, Prodigy, Kaiser Chiefs) right in the middle of their hard house set. Superb!
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Pool party...
Not much happening in Sydney since I returned from Queensland. I had to come back early (so Thursday instead of Sunday) for the AWARD school Open Day (an advertising course that I am HOPING to get into, though it's nigh on impossible!) but that finished earlier than expected. This gave me the opportunity to head over the Eastern Members party; quite a sight! Free alcohol and food meant that the place was heaving, though the usual demographic of 17 year old girls was thinner than usual. I did still hear a guy ask a girl in the bathroom queue where she worked, to hear the reply of 'oh, I'm studying..'. Quick to jump in, he asks 'what'? She flatly states 'the HSC'... oh, the antics of the Eastern.
Place DIED after the free alcohol ended (literally quartering in about 10 mins) and so we decided to hit the Cross. Ended up in Hugo's, comparing sleazy stories (though one, who will remain nameless, had slightly more intense stories than the rest.
Saturday was trying to be a quiet one, but ended up heading over the Alec's for a couple of beverages. Then got a message that Strace was starting his residency at Le Panic and that we should all bask in his glory. Ended up at the Cross til 3, and the highlight was Shivs' favourite kebab man moving next to Empire. "Hey Sexy-Boy", yelled from across the street, followed by a hug and kebabs for all.
Yesterday was the pool party, with a few people sinking a few beverages. Good times were had by MOST, though I think JD is a little miffed at his missed effort. Sank WAY too many beers, jammed some awesome tunes, enjoyed the 33 degrees pool and generally had fun. Will try to include photos...
Place DIED after the free alcohol ended (literally quartering in about 10 mins) and so we decided to hit the Cross. Ended up in Hugo's, comparing sleazy stories (though one, who will remain nameless, had slightly more intense stories than the rest.
Saturday was trying to be a quiet one, but ended up heading over the Alec's for a couple of beverages. Then got a message that Strace was starting his residency at Le Panic and that we should all bask in his glory. Ended up at the Cross til 3, and the highlight was Shivs' favourite kebab man moving next to Empire. "Hey Sexy-Boy", yelled from across the street, followed by a hug and kebabs for all.
Yesterday was the pool party, with a few people sinking a few beverages. Good times were had by MOST, though I think JD is a little miffed at his missed effort. Sank WAY too many beers, jammed some awesome tunes, enjoyed the 33 degrees pool and generally had fun. Will try to include photos...
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Back from Nooooooooosa
I have left Noosa this morning with the first day of rain, only to land back in Sydney to more intense rain. Woo.
Having gotten back from Niseko almost 2 weeks ago, I spent the first week catching up with people and doing bugger all. Good times. On Sunday 15th, flew up to Maroochydore and from there to our trusty room in Seahaven (been coming almost 25 years with only 1 or 2 omissions). Happy days in the sun, out in the surf and burning through my Chrissie books.
Highlights definitely go to jetskiing through the mouth of the Noosa river and into the surf. Reasonable swell and 70km/h top speeds make for massive jumps, HUGE stacks and general lunacy. Hitting the waves for about half an hour, it was time to come in. As I followed the guide, I blipped the throttle off one wave to flatten my landing (we were moving with the waves meaning a 3 foot drop over the broken wave wash). However, did not see the next smaller wave right in front of me and ended up submerging me and the jet ski about half a metre below the surface. Needless to say, looked like an extra from Waterworld and was very impressed with myself.
Otherwise nothing else to report, and waiting for drinks on Saturday at mine. Hopefully I can get a couple of photos to post.
Having gotten back from Niseko almost 2 weeks ago, I spent the first week catching up with people and doing bugger all. Good times. On Sunday 15th, flew up to Maroochydore and from there to our trusty room in Seahaven (been coming almost 25 years with only 1 or 2 omissions). Happy days in the sun, out in the surf and burning through my Chrissie books.
Highlights definitely go to jetskiing through the mouth of the Noosa river and into the surf. Reasonable swell and 70km/h top speeds make for massive jumps, HUGE stacks and general lunacy. Hitting the waves for about half an hour, it was time to come in. As I followed the guide, I blipped the throttle off one wave to flatten my landing (we were moving with the waves meaning a 3 foot drop over the broken wave wash). However, did not see the next smaller wave right in front of me and ended up submerging me and the jet ski about half a metre below the surface. Needless to say, looked like an extra from Waterworld and was very impressed with myself.
Otherwise nothing else to report, and waiting for drinks on Saturday at mine. Hopefully I can get a couple of photos to post.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Slopestyle family in Niseko
Just a belated shot... this is from our last day on the slopes.. Dad, Mum, Me, James and Pete. That you can see us (i.e. there isn't a blizzard between the camera and us) is a miracle in itself.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Bored out of my brain
So we've arrived in Tokyo airport after two hours in a car and an hour flight. But we've got 5 hours to kill before we can board. AND, because Mum and Dad are flying Business and have a QANTAS membership, we can usually get three kids into the lounge. But the staff at the door did not feel that bending the rules was a good idea, so Pete, James and I are taking it in turns to hit the lounge. Feels like at you're at a bar and need to fish around for girls just to get let in... not happy.
Last night was an absolute bender, getting headspins just from thinking about it again. Went to another lodge on the other side of town to meet up with some of Mum's QLD mates, and got absolutely lined up by 'Belly', one of the guys Mum went travelling with after school. Beer after beer, with no dinner, ended in some crazy stories and dancing, but I certainly paid for it. Minus 15 degrees required a run home across the town, followed by a couple of hours in the toilet at home. Passed out and woke up sprawled against one of the walls. Have been feeling like shit ever since - simply living on a Neurophen cocktail til I get home and can re-adjust.
Anyway, times up, Pete's next in. Peace out peeps...
Last night was an absolute bender, getting headspins just from thinking about it again. Went to another lodge on the other side of town to meet up with some of Mum's QLD mates, and got absolutely lined up by 'Belly', one of the guys Mum went travelling with after school. Beer after beer, with no dinner, ended in some crazy stories and dancing, but I certainly paid for it. Minus 15 degrees required a run home across the town, followed by a couple of hours in the toilet at home. Passed out and woke up sprawled against one of the walls. Have been feeling like shit ever since - simply living on a Neurophen cocktail til I get home and can re-adjust.
Anyway, times up, Pete's next in. Peace out peeps...
Thursday, January 05, 2006
More snow...
It has snowed every single day I've been here. That's extrordinary.
Yesterday was skiing as normal, but today was out of control. We did a course called "The White Room", where you learn about avalache survival, how to use a homing beacon and how to ski some of the most outrageous powder in the universe. Not exaggerating (which wouldn't be like me at all), the snow would flip over your head as you turn. Shoulder deep in some places, bottomless powder - it was just like in those skiing videos. I swear, I'll never ski snow this good again, just utterly amazing. You have to take all the lifts to the top, then take off your skis and walk to the summit, where we got blue skies for the first time since we arrived. The view was astounding. Best skiing, best snow ever. So pumped (as you can probably tell).
Last day skiing tomorrow and then I head back, so should be back on Sunday morning. I hope someone's prepared the parade and the stippers. (Male and fat Juzz, my favourite...)
Peace out OGs...
Yesterday was skiing as normal, but today was out of control. We did a course called "The White Room", where you learn about avalache survival, how to use a homing beacon and how to ski some of the most outrageous powder in the universe. Not exaggerating (which wouldn't be like me at all), the snow would flip over your head as you turn. Shoulder deep in some places, bottomless powder - it was just like in those skiing videos. I swear, I'll never ski snow this good again, just utterly amazing. You have to take all the lifts to the top, then take off your skis and walk to the summit, where we got blue skies for the first time since we arrived. The view was astounding. Best skiing, best snow ever. So pumped (as you can probably tell).
Last day skiing tomorrow and then I head back, so should be back on Sunday morning. I hope someone's prepared the parade and the stippers. (Male and fat Juzz, my favourite...)
Peace out OGs...
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
It just doesn't stop snowing...
Just a quickie because internet is an expensive luxury in the mountains.
Has been snowing non-stop here, but this has been affecting visibility. So while Day 1 was awesome, Day 2 was a little hairy as we couldn't see much at all. Sticking to the trees bred some vision but hidden branches under the snow meant for some hilarious stacks seemingly from nowhere.
Day 3 (today) was HEAPS better. Someone nicked my ski pass out of my jacket in the drying room (a season one worth about $400) but managed to get it cancelled and another issued. While this was a massive effort, when I finally got to the mountain, it was worth it. Constant snow, but with some decent visibility, meant the powder was out of control. Snow flying over the face and hitting some near vertical slopes that you would have to jump turn, resulting a 2 metre fall before landing in the snow and sinking another metre or more. Just incredible. Will try and take the camera out tomorrow and get some shots that I probably won't be able to Flickr, but they'll be up when I get back fo sheezy.
Only other thing was last night's dinner. "Hank's" is literally Hank's house, where he has Mr. Miyagi's identical twin (only with a beard) cooking sausages and Herring over the fireplace. So good, especially when the Gin Rummy tournament with Pete and James had been taking a very competitive edge, requiring the consumption of numerous beers to calm the nerves. Suffice to say, a Burroughs decathalon has been set in motion, with each member vowing to smash the others at their preferred sport. Boule practise is set for as soon as I get home!!
Nothing much to report, THOUGH, I notice JD (the mad advocate of the abusive comment) has not followed through with NYE report. Which makes me think that the waitress got the better of him. Bradders, find out and make him and Juzz report back to me!! Haha... They may get personal email attacks to guarantee some honesty.
Peace and love peoples...
P.S. Got a message from 0416 282 676, wanting a DJ for Sat night. Don't have that number on my new phone, so tell them I can't reply from Japan and that Adrian Bright MAY be interested (but for free, I doubt it). Also, let me know who it is.
Has been snowing non-stop here, but this has been affecting visibility. So while Day 1 was awesome, Day 2 was a little hairy as we couldn't see much at all. Sticking to the trees bred some vision but hidden branches under the snow meant for some hilarious stacks seemingly from nowhere.
Day 3 (today) was HEAPS better. Someone nicked my ski pass out of my jacket in the drying room (a season one worth about $400) but managed to get it cancelled and another issued. While this was a massive effort, when I finally got to the mountain, it was worth it. Constant snow, but with some decent visibility, meant the powder was out of control. Snow flying over the face and hitting some near vertical slopes that you would have to jump turn, resulting a 2 metre fall before landing in the snow and sinking another metre or more. Just incredible. Will try and take the camera out tomorrow and get some shots that I probably won't be able to Flickr, but they'll be up when I get back fo sheezy.
Only other thing was last night's dinner. "Hank's" is literally Hank's house, where he has Mr. Miyagi's identical twin (only with a beard) cooking sausages and Herring over the fireplace. So good, especially when the Gin Rummy tournament with Pete and James had been taking a very competitive edge, requiring the consumption of numerous beers to calm the nerves. Suffice to say, a Burroughs decathalon has been set in motion, with each member vowing to smash the others at their preferred sport. Boule practise is set for as soon as I get home!!
Nothing much to report, THOUGH, I notice JD (the mad advocate of the abusive comment) has not followed through with NYE report. Which makes me think that the waitress got the better of him. Bradders, find out and make him and Juzz report back to me!! Haha... They may get personal email attacks to guarantee some honesty.
Peace and love peoples...
P.S. Got a message from 0416 282 676, wanting a DJ for Sat night. Don't have that number on my new phone, so tell them I can't reply from Japan and that Adrian Bright MAY be interested (but for free, I doubt it). Also, let me know who it is.
Sunday, January 01, 2006
From the slopes of Niseko...
Having been dragged out of the Tokyo Apple store, it's taken me this long to find more internet access. I am now chilling in this little Japanese cafe, but they don't have broadband up in the mountains, so this is taking me ages.
Now I'm just going to quickly burn through the last couple of days and I'm inserting the preamble now that if there are any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors (unless glaringly obvious ones), they are the result of the freaky Japanese keyboards.
On the day after Boxing Day, did not do much.. shopping and packing, jammed some beach volleyball up at Neilson (formidible UMJ decimated [yes, reduced by 10 JD you gimp] the lowly competition of Marcus and Yank) and then headed to Hannah's farewell at the Dolphin in Surry Pills. P.S., for a place that looked utterly shit from the outside with wall-to-wall pokies, it has a mad interior, nicely priced beverages and some smashable cocktails. Well worth a repeat visit. Then met up with Jess for a late night coffee and bed.
28th - just got ready to leave on the 10pm flight. Nothing amazing at all.
Flew into Tokyo airport at 6am, and hit up the bus into the main part of town. We were lucky enough to be staying in the Grand Hyatt at Rappongi Hills - a huge shopping complex - which meant that there were more tourists than elsewhere and a reasonably central location.
After settling in, we headed out for a walk to Shibuya, a main shopping district. However, Pete and I were a little optimistic in our map-scale reading and the walk ended up taking a solid hour, in 5 degrees, under a motorway. Not to be shaken from out path, we marched on and were treated to the main square of Shibuya in full force. It seems that Tokyo is on holidays and most people head back to their villages etc for the four days over the New Year, so it was surprisingly empty compared to my expectations. But we saw some of the hectic fashion that I had been looking forward to and there were numerous sneaky pictures taken of the family in an attempt to catch them on film.
Lunch was provided by this dingy hole in the wall, where I had pork and SALT sauce. Ordering blind off the menu turned into a massive fluke because we all enjoyed the meal. Well, kinda. It was certainly not the traditional Japanese food you get in Sydney. AND, before you blow up, Italian food tastes the same in Sydney and Rome, so it's not ridiculous to assmume the same from other cultures.
From Shibuya, a short train ride up to Harajuku (though how we managed this on the hectic train lines is a mystery - Brad must agree that if you can't read Kanji, it's a nightmare. A walk down the main streets of Harajuku provided some amazing sights, with foot-high hair, a couple dressed in 19th century children's outfits and all kinds of punk attire seemingly the norm.
By this stage, the afternoon was coming along, so we headed back to the hotel. Having not really slept on the flight, most of the family had been up for 34 hours non-stop and an early night was called. However, Em and I had been struggling to meet up (no contact between Australian mobiles and Japanese ones) and when I got back to the room, there was a message to meet out the front of the Hyatt at 9pm. A daunting task to kick on, but I thought it would be cool to go get a drink in Tokyo with a friend.
Having waited outside for a cool half hour (and cool means -2deg), she FINALLY arrived and we walked around the local suburbs, catching up on all the goss. But we couldn't find an open bar (even the one with the metre-wide disco ball only had 2 people) so we settle on the Hyatt one for a very 'Lost in Translation' moment (footnote: I can only guess because I haven't seen the movie, shock horror). She left at 11:50 because the trains stop at 12, though I think she got on the wrong line and I'm not really sure whether she got back ok or not!
30th was spent at the Ginza district, which is the main shopping area with all the ridiculous stores etc. A short wander brought up the Sony Store, 6 levels of concepts and new technology. Not as impressive as I would have thought (though you all know my theory regarding Sony's inability to innovate) but the Aibo robodogs were awesome. Dad was able to make one sit, and the reactions were awesome. We then headed over to a vertical pinball parlour, which was insane. The noise deafening and we hadn't the slightest clue how the game worked though we saw some massive payouts. Just massive sensory overload.
We then headed to the Apple Store, from where I made my last post. Nothing massively new, but four levels was impressive enough. We then hit up another hole in the wall where absolutely no English was spoken and that was an experience. We still don't know what we got - it was totally unrecognisable. I didn't mind it, but general consensus was disaster. We then hit up one of the major temples in the area where Brad stayed (but I can't remember the name). Interesting, though the markets definitely detracted from the significance. And another monster walk home.
On NYE, we had a very early start to get the monorail to the airport, but of course we forgot our ski boots and the rush to get there on time was intense. Hour long flight, followed by a 2 hour drive to the snow.
Our place is reasonably nice, though I don't think anyone has ever stayed there before. Got settled in, and just chillaxed around for the arvo.
Mum had made a booking at some random Japanese/Italian fusion food to make sure that we had something to do. But was done by 11 and was asleep for midnight - not really cut because had never planned for a massive night. Though I received a couple of drunken messages so I'm hoping that everyone in Sydney had a blinder.
Today, got up for first lift at 8 and oh my god. The snow is knee deep everywhere and it just snows all the time. It took a couple of runs to find my ski legs again, but these are the best conditions I've ever skiied. The goal of the holiday was to do movie turns with the powder hitting you in the face and we achieved that by 11am! Constantly off-piste, the visibility ranges from sketchy to wonderful when the clouds open and you can see everything. I'm really looking forward to the next week!
More importantly, I want to here about people's NYE's. Comment on this post with your stories because I have none of my own. Also, I can receive messages, but can't reply because there is no Vodafone here, only DoCoMo (the local provider and not synced with Aus). Will try to email as best I can, but with only dialup, the blog will be the source of my info. But I want to know what's happening domestically, so JAM ME COMMENT AND GIMME THE INFO.
Now I'm just going to quickly burn through the last couple of days and I'm inserting the preamble now that if there are any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors (unless glaringly obvious ones), they are the result of the freaky Japanese keyboards.
On the day after Boxing Day, did not do much.. shopping and packing, jammed some beach volleyball up at Neilson (formidible UMJ decimated [yes, reduced by 10 JD you gimp] the lowly competition of Marcus and Yank) and then headed to Hannah's farewell at the Dolphin in Surry Pills. P.S., for a place that looked utterly shit from the outside with wall-to-wall pokies, it has a mad interior, nicely priced beverages and some smashable cocktails. Well worth a repeat visit. Then met up with Jess for a late night coffee and bed.
28th - just got ready to leave on the 10pm flight. Nothing amazing at all.
Flew into Tokyo airport at 6am, and hit up the bus into the main part of town. We were lucky enough to be staying in the Grand Hyatt at Rappongi Hills - a huge shopping complex - which meant that there were more tourists than elsewhere and a reasonably central location.
After settling in, we headed out for a walk to Shibuya, a main shopping district. However, Pete and I were a little optimistic in our map-scale reading and the walk ended up taking a solid hour, in 5 degrees, under a motorway. Not to be shaken from out path, we marched on and were treated to the main square of Shibuya in full force. It seems that Tokyo is on holidays and most people head back to their villages etc for the four days over the New Year, so it was surprisingly empty compared to my expectations. But we saw some of the hectic fashion that I had been looking forward to and there were numerous sneaky pictures taken of the family in an attempt to catch them on film.
Lunch was provided by this dingy hole in the wall, where I had pork and SALT sauce. Ordering blind off the menu turned into a massive fluke because we all enjoyed the meal. Well, kinda. It was certainly not the traditional Japanese food you get in Sydney. AND, before you blow up, Italian food tastes the same in Sydney and Rome, so it's not ridiculous to assmume the same from other cultures.
From Shibuya, a short train ride up to Harajuku (though how we managed this on the hectic train lines is a mystery - Brad must agree that if you can't read Kanji, it's a nightmare. A walk down the main streets of Harajuku provided some amazing sights, with foot-high hair, a couple dressed in 19th century children's outfits and all kinds of punk attire seemingly the norm.
By this stage, the afternoon was coming along, so we headed back to the hotel. Having not really slept on the flight, most of the family had been up for 34 hours non-stop and an early night was called. However, Em and I had been struggling to meet up (no contact between Australian mobiles and Japanese ones) and when I got back to the room, there was a message to meet out the front of the Hyatt at 9pm. A daunting task to kick on, but I thought it would be cool to go get a drink in Tokyo with a friend.
Having waited outside for a cool half hour (and cool means -2deg), she FINALLY arrived and we walked around the local suburbs, catching up on all the goss. But we couldn't find an open bar (even the one with the metre-wide disco ball only had 2 people) so we settle on the Hyatt one for a very 'Lost in Translation' moment (footnote: I can only guess because I haven't seen the movie, shock horror). She left at 11:50 because the trains stop at 12, though I think she got on the wrong line and I'm not really sure whether she got back ok or not!
30th was spent at the Ginza district, which is the main shopping area with all the ridiculous stores etc. A short wander brought up the Sony Store, 6 levels of concepts and new technology. Not as impressive as I would have thought (though you all know my theory regarding Sony's inability to innovate) but the Aibo robodogs were awesome. Dad was able to make one sit, and the reactions were awesome. We then headed over to a vertical pinball parlour, which was insane. The noise deafening and we hadn't the slightest clue how the game worked though we saw some massive payouts. Just massive sensory overload.
We then headed to the Apple Store, from where I made my last post. Nothing massively new, but four levels was impressive enough. We then hit up another hole in the wall where absolutely no English was spoken and that was an experience. We still don't know what we got - it was totally unrecognisable. I didn't mind it, but general consensus was disaster. We then hit up one of the major temples in the area where Brad stayed (but I can't remember the name). Interesting, though the markets definitely detracted from the significance. And another monster walk home.
On NYE, we had a very early start to get the monorail to the airport, but of course we forgot our ski boots and the rush to get there on time was intense. Hour long flight, followed by a 2 hour drive to the snow.
Our place is reasonably nice, though I don't think anyone has ever stayed there before. Got settled in, and just chillaxed around for the arvo.
Mum had made a booking at some random Japanese/Italian fusion food to make sure that we had something to do. But was done by 11 and was asleep for midnight - not really cut because had never planned for a massive night. Though I received a couple of drunken messages so I'm hoping that everyone in Sydney had a blinder.
Today, got up for first lift at 8 and oh my god. The snow is knee deep everywhere and it just snows all the time. It took a couple of runs to find my ski legs again, but these are the best conditions I've ever skiied. The goal of the holiday was to do movie turns with the powder hitting you in the face and we achieved that by 11am! Constantly off-piste, the visibility ranges from sketchy to wonderful when the clouds open and you can see everything. I'm really looking forward to the next week!
More importantly, I want to here about people's NYE's. Comment on this post with your stories because I have none of my own. Also, I can receive messages, but can't reply because there is no Vodafone here, only DoCoMo (the local provider and not synced with Aus). Will try to email as best I can, but with only dialup, the blog will be the source of my info. But I want to know what's happening domestically, so JAM ME COMMENT AND GIMME THE INFO.
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