Comics, Beer, 'Finger' Food and Babies

So my little sister Kim arrived Thursday afternoon. Kim was staying with me so she could go to a Pop Culture Expo (I know now that it's NOT a comic convention - sorry Kim!), Supanova. So Thursday night was all about catching up. Lots of talking etc. Friday wandered around the city for a bit, had some lunch, then met up with Kim's friend Robin - guy she was going to Supanova with. Sent them on their way to the preview evening and met up with Craig.
Went to the Light Brigade Hotel at Paddington. Just hung out having a few, chatting, watching the crowd. Very mixed here. Stuffy suits, blokey workmen, a couple of old fellas who would have looked more at home at the TAB (stubbies shorts, unshaven, grey hair, and a 'roll-your-own' ciggy hanging off their lip).

Left there to find dinner - nothing open. So it was a trip to the supermarket. We decided on having a finger food night. Not what you would expect though... Finger food, as in Chicken fingers and vegetable fingers. (kinda like fish fingers). Throw all 18 of them in the oven - done. Dinner is served! Mmmmmm.

Spilled wine on my A & F shorts, so spent a couple of hours running around in my white jocks... please... like it's the first time... ha!

Shane called and said he was on the date from hell and that he was bailing. So he dropped around with a bottle of something bubbly. We all sat outside on the balcony chatting. Weather was balmy, slight breeze, perfect.

As suddenly as Shane had appeared, he was off again. Obviously trashed, the boy just goes "OK, bye!" And he was out the door.

I headed off about 11.30 - fully intending to go home. Until I get a message from Drew, Andy's BF. "Oh My God I'm trashed...I love you babe. I'm at the Green Park Hotel." OK, so obviously this message was meant for Andy - but it was enough to convince me to head there before home. Part worried he was too trashed and part interested in staying out myself. Ha ha ha. Arrived to see Drew and two girlfriends totally wasted.


Feeling the effects of alcohol, and what I later found out was a couple of big fat lines of C." I was offered some, but all of a sudden : "Oh Fuck - It's gone!" Picture this... three trashed girls (yes Drew included) crawling around on the floor of a crowded pub, looking for a little plastic bag full of very expensive white powder... well, not really funny, but it kind of was at the time. :o)

So anyway, staggered out of there about 2.30. Definitely had enough.

Saturday, Craig bought a new Toshiba notebook, so he brought it around to charge it and start playing with it. We went out and had some lunch, wandering around Harbourside perving on the hundreds of cute boys - there for the Car Show... God, love it when the car show is on. Mmmm...

Kim and Robin got back about 6ish - hung out and watched DVDs. After the 3 hours sleep last night, I needed a quiet one.

Sunday, Met Dove for lunch at Scruffy Murphy's - $5 lunch and beer. This bar is great. It smells, its loud and crazy - always full of Irish backpackers. All drunk, singing... Good Times.



This totally rooted Scottish guy comes to our table, well, staggered to our table and proceeded to chat up Dove... Slurring, stinking, holding himself up using anything more stable than himself - chairs, railings, imaginary people...

So headed back home and hung out with Kim and Robin, talking about Stuff, Love, Dean, Babies... :o)

Monday took Kim to the station. And the rest of the day? Recovery...