But otherwise, I'm doing quite well. Got to spend some time with a certain Kiwi fellow last night, and we had a grand time. We chose our dinner venue because of a sign advertising their live Oom Pah Pah band, and it was remarkably hokey and fun. Oh, and the food was good. We also rode the monorail for no reason at all. Around and around . . . It was good to catch up, especially considering that I'll be returning to my own hemisphere quite soon and God knows when I'll be back for another visit.
Tonight is looking like a night for sitting around the hostel and reading. This is not the traditional backpackers' activity in Sydney- by rights, I should be out and drunk as a . . . drunk as anything by this time. I'm a rebel. And poor. And not a one to be going out alone, anyway.
Spent some time at the National Maritime Museum today. This was good, because it was free. Also, they have an exhibit on at the moment called "Sailor Style", with a look at the impact of sailors on popular culture. On entering the exhibit area, I was greeted by a big screen showing Gene Kelly, Frank Sinatra and Jules Munchen singing "On The Town", and in other places they had the Village People ("In the Navy") and the opening of Anchors Aweigh. Fun. That's really about all I did today, aside from riding the ferry from Circular Quay to Darling Harbour and back, just because I could with my travel pass. And I bought a Michael Chabon book for $4.95. And that was my day.
I'm pink all down my front at the moment- a result of my beachy day yesterday. It's terribly attractive. If by "terribly attractive" you mean "really silly-looking and rather painful". That's usually what I mean when I use that phrase.