Sunday 1 August 2010
Dreaming
I am not sure what it is, wether the place, the change of time, the air, the book or whatever else, but I have been having some really intense dreams since I got here. Last night I dreamt that my ex (the scum that he is, I had the displeasure of running into him the day before I left and it made my blood boil) was working as security at a grocery store and ended up throwing eggplants at me. Of course the awesome person that I am I ducked them all but I ended up throwing a huge fit and had to be carried out of the store.
Life goes on
I knew that things would eventually fix themselves, and they kind of have.
The Sunday before I was to leave to Australia I worked close to the City so that in the morning I could go get my passport. In between appointments I'd hang out with my buddy and my sis at the pool relaxing and drinking. After I was all done we went out to eat, and after that my buddy and I went out for drinks. Another friend of mine met up with us at the bar. His name is H, and he is N's cousin. We have known eachother for a long time now, but have never had the chance to just hang out, so when he found out that I am near by he drove out to see me. How sweet eh?
After the drinks we went back to the hotel, where we stayed up pretty much all night talking, and well other things as well. In the morning he took me to the City to get my passport, and once that was squared away I accompanied him on some arronds. We spent the whole day together, and in the evening he drove us to N's house. We were both rather curious to see what N would think about the two of us showing up at his door together, but he didn't catch on to what was actually happening till we were leaving, and come to find out he doesn't mind at all. H spent the night with me at my house, and stayed till late evening the next day. If the amount of time spent together doesn't tell you that we really fell for one another, then the fact that when I woke up and found him still in my bed, and I was actually happy about it should.
On Wednesday he came back and took my sis and I to the airport. It was nice to have someone to give a hug to and say "I'll see you when I get back" to. Which is strange, which is not me. He's been on my mind a lot since, and I really can't wait to see him when I get back. No worries tho, I am very honest with him, as well as myself, and I am not leaving the business just because I spent an amazing 3 days with a guy. Besides, he told me that he would never ask such a thing of me in the first place.
The flight was brutal! Airplanes are so uncomofortable, and if you are up in the air for 16.5 hours there is not much you can do other then sleep. I did get to watch the Runaways tho, and Dakota Fanning is the shiznit! As soon as we landed and stepped outside of the airport we have been in paradise! Australia is the most naturally beautiful place I have ever been to. Sydney is spectacular in every which way, from the amount of vegitation, to the architecture, culture, food, and how friendly the people are, I am absolutely blown away. The first night we went out to a bar, where we ended up having a blast dancing our tushies off. We met this really nice guy, that offered to smoke us out back at his place. Sounds kind of shady doesn't it? But you know me, I will not turn down my once chance to smoke with an Aussie. Well actually he's Egyptian but still. So get this, we get to his place, which is the most fantastic apartment I have seen, we roll up a joint, he makes us some food, and we hang out and talk. When he is finally exhausted he sets us up in the guest bedroom, and goes off to sleep on his own. He made the fact that he wouldn't mind us joining him known, but he did not persue it. Come morning there is more smoking and one of the most amazing breakfasts that I have ever had from the Egyptian cafe downstairs which by the way is owned by his roomate. Afterwards they invite us to a party that same night, and give us a lift home. This kind of hospitality has not been witnessed by me anywhere else, ever. At least not by complete strangers. We never went to the party because we fell asleep really early (and then couldn't sleep half the night, which was ok since I got to watch the sunrise from the roof top of our hotel), but we do plan on giving them a call and taking them out as a thank you.
BTW the Royal Botanical Gardens are just smashing, and worth the aching feet that it takes to cover the whole grounds.
The Sunday before I was to leave to Australia I worked close to the City so that in the morning I could go get my passport. In between appointments I'd hang out with my buddy and my sis at the pool relaxing and drinking. After I was all done we went out to eat, and after that my buddy and I went out for drinks. Another friend of mine met up with us at the bar. His name is H, and he is N's cousin. We have known eachother for a long time now, but have never had the chance to just hang out, so when he found out that I am near by he drove out to see me. How sweet eh?
After the drinks we went back to the hotel, where we stayed up pretty much all night talking, and well other things as well. In the morning he took me to the City to get my passport, and once that was squared away I accompanied him on some arronds. We spent the whole day together, and in the evening he drove us to N's house. We were both rather curious to see what N would think about the two of us showing up at his door together, but he didn't catch on to what was actually happening till we were leaving, and come to find out he doesn't mind at all. H spent the night with me at my house, and stayed till late evening the next day. If the amount of time spent together doesn't tell you that we really fell for one another, then the fact that when I woke up and found him still in my bed, and I was actually happy about it should.
On Wednesday he came back and took my sis and I to the airport. It was nice to have someone to give a hug to and say "I'll see you when I get back" to. Which is strange, which is not me. He's been on my mind a lot since, and I really can't wait to see him when I get back. No worries tho, I am very honest with him, as well as myself, and I am not leaving the business just because I spent an amazing 3 days with a guy. Besides, he told me that he would never ask such a thing of me in the first place.
The flight was brutal! Airplanes are so uncomofortable, and if you are up in the air for 16.5 hours there is not much you can do other then sleep. I did get to watch the Runaways tho, and Dakota Fanning is the shiznit! As soon as we landed and stepped outside of the airport we have been in paradise! Australia is the most naturally beautiful place I have ever been to. Sydney is spectacular in every which way, from the amount of vegitation, to the architecture, culture, food, and how friendly the people are, I am absolutely blown away. The first night we went out to a bar, where we ended up having a blast dancing our tushies off. We met this really nice guy, that offered to smoke us out back at his place. Sounds kind of shady doesn't it? But you know me, I will not turn down my once chance to smoke with an Aussie. Well actually he's Egyptian but still. So get this, we get to his place, which is the most fantastic apartment I have seen, we roll up a joint, he makes us some food, and we hang out and talk. When he is finally exhausted he sets us up in the guest bedroom, and goes off to sleep on his own. He made the fact that he wouldn't mind us joining him known, but he did not persue it. Come morning there is more smoking and one of the most amazing breakfasts that I have ever had from the Egyptian cafe downstairs which by the way is owned by his roomate. Afterwards they invite us to a party that same night, and give us a lift home. This kind of hospitality has not been witnessed by me anywhere else, ever. At least not by complete strangers. We never went to the party because we fell asleep really early (and then couldn't sleep half the night, which was ok since I got to watch the sunrise from the roof top of our hotel), but we do plan on giving them a call and taking them out as a thank you.
BTW the Royal Botanical Gardens are just smashing, and worth the aching feet that it takes to cover the whole grounds.
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