Picked up the truck from Balmain Rentals at 9.30 in the morning. Arrived back at the Goldsbrough in time to collect security keys for the elevator. The Goldsbrough, being a hotel, are nazi's about use of the service elevator. You need to book it to be able to move in / out / get deliveries etc. So went to the counter to discover, the concierge had double booked the elevator with two other trucks that were refitting the hotel!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh! So we wasted an hour trying to sort out how to get it done. He finally decides we can share the lift with the other people... so the 2 hour load ended up taking 6 hours. Fucking nightmare. More to that, I spent two more days cleaning and running small loads in Paulys car... the whole move took 3 days. I have promised myself I will NEVER move myself ever again.
So anyway, Tuesday night, after day 1 of the nightmare move from hell... Pauly and I were aching for a drink, so headed into the city to meet up with his new beau at the Shift. After parking, we were walking up to Oxford Street when we saw this :
The bricks had collapsed from the top of this building and crashed through the glass awning... and onto a few cars... oh my god, got to love that Meriton quality!
Met his new man, Alan, had a few drinks, then went to City Extra at Circular Quay... for a seriously fattening fried seafood face-stuffing...
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