What a week...
Dean and I went to Kylie on Thursday night (23/11) It was an awesome show. We had a great spot too - just off the floor to the left of the stage and only a few rows back... so great view. I met Dean at work (he was at the Oxford St store for the day) and one of the guys gave us his Land Cruiser for the night to use to get out to Olympic Park. Thanks Costa :) So, we left AG Oxford St at 6.20 - with an ETA of 7... plenty of time to hang out, have a drink, get excited etc... Well... 7pm came and went, and we were still trying to get out of the fucking city! So it was a race against time - oh and petrol... turned out we were running a huge bloody 4WD on less than an 8th of a tank... still a few KM's away and the orange fuel warning light was on.... finally we made it, park as far away from Acer Arena as we could.... the short walk would be nice, and means no frantic traffic getting out afterwards.
Show was spectacular. Kylie was amazing, costumes were stunning, the male dancers were.... ahem... HOT... so hot that at one stage I think Dean was actually stuck to his seat... and I don't mean 'riveted'...
At intermission, we were leaving our seats to stretch, and the chick sitting next to us says "Are one of you guys Brad?" Creepy.... I was looking like
So afterwards, we headed back into the city, and did a bit of a bar crawl - Colombian, Stonewall, (tried Manacle, but it was closed???) then finished the night at Arq. Great night....
Friday night met up with Andy, Dionne and her new man for dinner and drinks. Ended up at the Imperial - very trashed, I got into a bit of a fight with some wankers sitting behind us... but it was all calmed down fairly quickly. Dean was not impressed at all... let's just say, the makeup sex was incredible... :)
Saturday morning was beautiful - sunny, hot, perfect to go.... Snorkeling! Dean had never been snorkeling before, so we stopped in at Rebel and picked him up some new snorkel gear. Then made the mad dash home to get mine and try and make the bus in the city... bugger... we watched it turn the corner at the end of the street and it was gone... missed it by 1 minute. So we cabbed it.... mhmm...
The day was wonderful. Everything was perfect. Clovelly is a perfect beach to learn to snorkel. Protected, calm, heaps of fish and stuff to look at.
Sunday we were both a little burnt, and feeling a little sun-stroked...
Monday was Deans last day. Time flies... The goodbye was a little easier this time around. Mainly because we both knew it was the last time we would have to say goodbye. The next time we saw each other, I would be living in Melbourne!
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