SYDNEY ADVENTURES

It begins.

3 day long weekend.

15 Melbournians.

1 Capital City.

~INVASION~

Before i even left Melbourne, 2 good things happened to me.

1- Phone call from a friend offering me to pick me up at Sydney airport. Score! Thanks mate!

2- A text from another friend asking me out for dinner in Sydney. Lovely.

FAST FORWARD

I'm in Sydney. I've checked into accom. I've eaten. And am on my way to a party in Manly.

On the way, a friend sent me a text saying 'don't bother coming.'

We were 5 minutes away.. and well, i was intrigued. Onward.

To say that Melbourne brought the party to the party, is an understatement.
(dear Sydneysiders: don't hate me!)

I think it was half Melbourne & half Sydney people.

The guys were *rather* friendly.

Randomly coming up & introducing themselves.

Getting in photos with you.

(Quite a change from Melbournians who are rather highly strung & too scared of rejection that they wont bother to say 'hi.')

Then this one guy who i had only just met grabbed my hand on the dancefloor & said 'Lets salsa!'

Right.

They're playing house music & you want to salsa?!

So we salsa'd for a bit & i was just not feeling it.

Couldn't get me out of the awkwardness fast enough.

Yes, i did feel a little bit bad that i didn't dance with him for long. Sorry. I'm sure you're lovely.

I wont lie, i prefer dancing to dirty RnB.

"Any day of the week & twice on Sundays"- that's a quote from my favourite movie, 'A Few Good Men.'

Back to the party.
I did definitely meet some nice people & caught up with a lovely friend which was ace.
She actually said to me 'When i sent you that text, the party was really boring, but then all of the Melbourne crew showed up & it got heaps better! You guys bought the party!'

I was quietly stoked :)

The difference between a Sydney party & a Melbourne party?

Who even knows.

If I was to speculate.. i would say it's the people.
Melbournians aren't wildly crazy, we just don't give a rats as long as we're enjoying ourselves & having fun, nothing else matters.
Making fools of ourselves? Yeah. We don't care.
Good friends. Good tunes. Good vibes.

Maybe because Sydney is such a beautiful city there's a pretense that comes with living there?

Dare i say, a standard that if you don't meet, you'll feel like the odd one out & will be getting odd sideways glances.

Or as a friend said to me recently "it's like a disabled kid on the bus - you know its not right to stare but somehow you

can't avert your eyes."

If you don't fit the mould, do you get rejected?

Please don't get me wrong, i love every bit about Sydney & i always have a blast each time I'm there.

HOLD ON.

I love Sydney.. I always have a blast there..

Am i meant to be a Sydneysider?

XOX

"GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT"

Damn straight.

I lived this when i flew home from Sydney - Melbourne.
Flying Tiger, ofcourse, because I'm cheap.

(no.. not cheap in THAT way you dirty blog reader of mine! ..even though i do wear a handcuff bracelet.. but that's another story.)

After a ride in a taxi where the driver told me 'You need a husband with a good job & a good heart.' I Arrived at the airport.

Flight cancelled. Brilliant.

Line up at Tiger for almost... 2hours i think.

Patience is definitely a virtue.

There was an older chick a few people behind me who was having a rant on her mobile about how rubbish it all was, talking loudly, abruptly, annoyingly, swearing.. you get the point.

What are you going to do love?? Make a scene and look like an absolute idiot while doing so? Mission accomplished, sweetie.

So because i couldn't change the situation & i was definitely going to be in line for a long time, i made the most of it.

Earphones in. Music on. *Possibly dancing away to the beats.. not a care in the world!

Its my turn to go to the counter. I'm ecstatic!

Finally i get to find out if A: I'm getting on a flight home tonight. B: sleeping in the airport overnight. C:booking myself a train ticket home for the following day.

*PAUSE POST*

~here's a lil extra info for you: although my first & only (thus far..) boyfriend was 2.5years younger than me, i have ALWAYS been more attracted to older guys. ALWAYS.~

*RESUME POST*

I walk up to the counter. Lovely guy. I'd say in his 30's. Sparkly, friendly eyes. Dimples. Big smile.

I'm all friendly & start chatting away to him while he gets me onto a flight home that evening to Avalon airport. I'm stoked.

He's been working from 2pm - 9pm.

No break. No food. No nothing.

Poor love.

Hands me my boarding pass & apologises for the 2hr wait.

No worries mate, its not your fault :) have a good night.

I venture through to customs. Take off all my metal including my handcuff bracelet & place it in the x-ray tray.

'Scuse me Miss, but you can't take this bracelet on the plane with you because it is a replica of a weapon. If you want to keep it, you'll have to go back to the check in

counter & check your bags in.'

This, friends, is the LAST thing you want to hear.

I got this bracelet from the Portobello Road Markets in London.

I definitely am not giving it up.

I head back to check in. Fuming.

There are 2 lines. One for Tullamarine Airport & one

for Avalon Airport.

Now that i am checked in for Avalon Airport, i go straight to the front of the very short line.

My lovely check in guy comes over & is like 'Sorry guys, we're getting everyone all in the one queue now,

you'll have to move over there.'

I say 'You JUST checked me in, like 5 minutes ago.

I need to check in my bag please.'

He remembered me.

(I've discovered it pays to be friendly to your check in guy)

I am informed that because i haven't paid for luggage,

i am now up for $70.

They don't take eftpos.

Only cash or credit card.

Oh, and if you use credit card, it's an extra $6.

Lovely.

To lighten any situation, i always try to make someone laugh/smile.

'Looks like its credit card then.. unless you'll accept $15 cash?!'

Clearly joking with the gorgeous man.

He seemed to take a liking towards me and said

'In all the confusion... i *forgot* to charge you for the baggage.' :)

*SHOCKED! I actually gasped & had the biggest smile on my dial.

'You're a good man. Thankyou. Have a great night :) '

Also, there will be a couple more posts about Sydney.

In no particular order.

ps- I love you and i love Sydney.

XOX

DO I DARE GO BACK? SYDNEY TAKE 2.

Do i dare? HA!
I scoff at the challenge. Is it a challenge if it's too easy though?!

Who wouldn't be up for a long weekend in Sydney especially after having so much fun last time- wine, dine & climb.

(see previous post re: Sydney)

With the long weekend fast approaching, dirt cheap flights delivered straight to my inbox & with nothing to lose & everything to gain...
I sent a couple of text message's &

I booked myself return flights.

Yes its 1 month away.

But i don't really care.

Wintertime in Melbourne is usually a bit on the quiet side & everyone seems to go into hibernation.

A weekend escape is just what the doctor ordered.
As it turns out, there's going to be a whole crew heading
to our northern neighbour.
Our mission?
Ruin Sydney :)
In all the right ways, ofcourse!

Why do i write a blog about this when clearly you don't care?
It's because i don't care about what you think :)
xox