The Airtrain is not working due to trackwork. Central station looks like something out of the "We don't need no education.." anthem. morbid, depressing, drab, East German....Pot pourri of masses. Kings Cross lives to its reputation....Kiwi bouncer who fails to acknowledge the existence of neighboring suburb. Bangladeshi cabbie who doesn't speak English and insists - West St. is West Ave. "Welcome to Syderrr...ney!
Atlast, Bombay street smart gets smarter 99 - and pulls Luke out of the dark side....Hey, whose his daddy? Bang, we are off for some retail therapy - Oxford Street was scavenged thorough. Got some knick & knacks.
Coffee, with amazing Danish & other desserts (when will Brissi get this)....@ a venue straight out of StyleCity:Sydney. A lot of business seems to be conducted on milk crates and tree stumps in front of Bar Coluzzi, a Victoria Street institution.
Dinner was amazing chit-chat with great fried lamp dumpling....with ladies - ugggggh. The views, views, views.....Only 19 year olds n apparently 35 year olds with disposable incomes.....That's the wide smorgasboard of females on offer. God I love Das Kapitalist.
Drinks @ Hilton to start....N the yeah - u r reading it right - The Wham...With 19 year old central coast gurls...
My hvnz (it sure aint a pickup line down south in Mexico). After 0300, night gets murky, with me reminding every passerby....Queenslander!!!! We have the Origin - Go Lockyer.
No Pizza....Only Crash in the amazing bed. Sleep like a baby...waitin for the AGB (after grog bog session).
