So after returning to Sydney from my Canberra escape i find myself with a tough decision, do i stay in Sydney and look for work or do I eave and keep moving. The flats I had viewed were awful and i really didn't want to stay in any of them. I had arranged 5 flat viewings and took the opinion that if i was meant to stay in sydney one of these flats would be perfect, if not, Melbourne it and nomadicy would prevail, at least for another week or two.
I arrive back from Canberra and i arrive before my scheduled arrival time, for some reason i end up being massively late. I view the first place and love it. the girl living there seems nice, the room is a good size and the complex has a gym and 2 pools :). We have a chat and i think as i'm leaving that went well, fingers crossed. I look at the time and realise i'm totally late for my last appointment and i have no chance of making my second one. I cancel the second one, mainly because i have a feeling its a dirty old man anyway and head to the second viewing all be it 40 minutes late. I get there and the house is nice and its close to a train station and best of all he has a cat :) I know me and a cat. I find myself chatting more to the flat mate who is leaving and less to the guy i would be living with. To cut a long story short i move in with the first one and suddenly I'm a Sydney resident! (Sydney-sider)
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| LBD, Where are the bang bang shoes? |
In way of celebrating and also just to treat ourselves because we can, Beth a friend i had made during my time in hostels and i had booked tickets to see a show at the Opera house. We decided to do lunch and to 'dress up' for the occasion. I even buy myself a new shirt for the occasion, it just so happens i don't understand Australian sizing and the shirt is no where near my size, i wear the only shirt i brought with me and run for the train to set her for our meal.
If i said posh kebab you would laugh at me but the meat is presented on skewers and are 'absolutely gorgeous.' We then head down for the show and have our pre theatre drinks in the heat which turns out to be 42 degrees. Its not the best day to be wearing full length trousers in Sydney. Once inside, the beauty of AC takes over and we enjoy the show. The Opera House is very seventies in design inside but it doesn't matter because it works well and the leg room, compared to the older venues in Manchester is amazing. The show is good, it has lots of audience participation it was called 'My First Time' and centres around a blog which someone has created where people send in details of their first sexual experiences. It was interesting and parts of it were funny, but i could tell it had started life in the US and that it had been altered for an Australian audience as some of the jokes just weren't funny (as i'm sure you'll agree, i speak for everyone when it comes to deciding what is comical and what is not.)
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| Sneeky shot inside |
Once the show was over the temperature had failed to drop much and we found ourselves drinking in 35 degree heat at ten o'clock at night, I guess Australia really does get hot. And it didn't do much for my red wine, i know it should be served at room temperature but 35 degree is a little too warm for it for my liking. I sound like a total winger, it was an amazing night. The Opera Bar's view is amazing!
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| Not the best picture quality |
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