A weekend of tanning followed up by a game of cricket, mate

I have been in Sydney Australia for 1 week and 1 day. I spent the entire weekend happily, frying in the sun. Friday was spent lying on Bondi beach with Nicole and Saturday on Manly Harbor with a whole crew of hyperactive, drunk, Aussie boys. Grace and I had to keep our distance so we weren’t drown while our boyfriends and the rest of the crew did back flips into the ocean all day. We walked to a rock jump in the woods and after staling for about 10 minutes I finally jumped in, screaming the whole way down. It was just like the old days when we used to jump off the train tracks in Maine, or the “secret” rope swing in Leominster…or maybe it was a town near leominster… I can’t remember exactly.

Once the sun went down we walked across the street to Jono’s beach apt. and everyone has a few drinks before we decided to go to some shitty club near the manly boardwalk. I wish i could remember what it was called so I could tell you not to go there. Let’s just put it this way, the door man stamped our inner arms with an ink syringe with the bar’s name inside the syringe like it was being injected into our veins. It was pretty much saying, “Welcome to our club, do heroin.” I wouldn’t usually let that sort of thing get to me, but heroin is so far from funny that this was just tasteless. Anyways, Mikey and I didn’t drink enough to hang out in such a bummer of a club, so we left around 12 for Nicole’s place in Bondi.

Sunday morning came around and we took the bus to Bondi Junction to meet up with the family and see a cricket game. For some reason I thought it might be fun and agreed to go when Shaz and Nic asked me if I wanted their spare ticket. Once we got to the Stadium I knew I’d gotten into something I was going to regret.

It was about 100 degrees with out one cloud in the sky and our seats offered no shade what so ever. After about 10 minutes of my ass sticking to a plastic seat I was ready to run back to bondi beach and promise that I would never complain about the ass kicking I’d receive from the brutal, Aussie waves as long as I never had to see another cricket field in my life. It was only 2pm and Mikey quietly told me I’d have to wait for the game to finish at ten. TEN! TEN? I almost barfed. But I was with Mikey’s family, so I tried to act like I was enjoying myself to avoid seeming like a brat. I don’t think it worked.

I read the entire Sunday Herald and did the Suduko to keep my mind of the heat. I ate a lot of french fries and popsicles and watched the clock while one Indian girl behind me screamed OUT! every 2 minutes in the most piercing voice I’ve ever heard. I wanted to tell her to shut the hell up, but then I didn’t know if that was aloud at a cricket game, especially seeing as how we were sitting in the India section and the fans might retaliate. They were a rowdy bunch of sports fans with India flags painted on everything, their hats, faces, shirts. They has balloons and random photos of women and men that they would hold up while screaming something in Indian. The sun, the boring game, the crappy expensive food, and the screaming in my ear; it was all just too much to handle.

Clouds finally saved us from the sun’s overpowering heat around 8pm and we decided to leave around 9:30 before the game had even ended. I still have no idea if Australia or India won and I don’t care. Mikey and I drove to his dad’s for the night. I’ve never been so happy to see a day come to an end.

Monday I spent the day handing out resume’s to bars and shops n the city. Yesterday I met up with my old pal Lisa and caught up on life while basking at Bondi once again.

Tomorrow I have a trial shift at G Star Raw. It’s not a writing job, but a girls gotta pay the bills. I guess I’ll take what I can get for now.