Big weekend...

Well, Im pleased to say I just had a weekend jam packed with fun...well, most of it. I did some apartment viewing yesterday, which, of course, was more depressing than fun, however the rest of the weekend was great!

Started off by seeing The Singer, which is showing as part of the French Film Festival at Palace in Leichhardt. Not too bad...its about this older washed out (older) "crooner" who tries to pursue this younger woman...however I dont know whether I'd actually recommend it - maybe I judt dont deal with not-happy endings very well.

Then, after some consideration, I decided that I would take up a friend's invite to catch up for a St Pat's Drink at PJ Gallagher's out is Parra (yes, Bel, athough I did say yes strsight away, I did have a think about it afterwards). Anyway, I am REALLY surprised at what a great time I had there.

There was quite a mixed crowed: people who had just come from the races (some classy looking, and some not so classy looking), people out for a St Pat's drink, some older guys who looked like locals, some major skank sorts (I bumped into a girl in the bathroom who had some serious silicon happening - at one stage she patted her very bare (and big) chest, and it actually rippled like a waterbed - just wrong), anyway, I digress, and then there were also the leprechauns. So yes, a very diverse crowd.

The music was also great - lots of old stuff - the sort of stuff I used to rememebr hearing on 2WS, which always used to be on the radio at home in the mornings before we headed off to primary school. I am not generally known for getting up on the dance for and dancing in a sober state - however thats exactly what happened - and didnt stop till we decided to leave at about midnight. I suprised even myself.

Then Sunday, I did the Bridge Walk. We started at North Sydney, slowly meandered across the Bridge, whilst being subjected to hideous flourescent yellow baseball caps and blowup Bridge hats. Despite the very tacky, old style Hollywood epic type music
that was blaring through loudspeakers along some sections of the Bridge (and the guy who stood up on a barricade and spontaneously burst into song, singing Happy Birthday), it was actually a pretty cool afternoon. We then hung around the National trust House, which was cashing on on all the people around, and then tried to find something to eat, which was a lot harder than we all expected. We felt like Japenese, but the places we know of were not open...so we had to trek from Circular Quay back up to the Rocks, after we decided on a pub dinner at the Lord Nelson.

So yes, all in all a GREAT weekend.

*postscript my legs were killing for about 4 days after the Bridge walk