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STREET CONNECT! Oh Boy! |
Gym, online work for the temp agency, then met up with Australian Kirah at the little bird cafe. I’m trying to hit up most of the cafes around town to see what they’ve got going for them, and what I can take. Still a lot to hit up, but I’ve got some time still. We grab lunch at Flipsides, which is the supposedly “healthy” burger place. I'd recommend it, though I think we’re lying to ourselves if we start considering burgers to be healthy.
We say goodbye, and I head back to my place for a nap, as I still hadn’t caught up on any Z’s. It’s always confusing to fall asleep during daylight and wake up with the sun down. I contemplate going back to bed, but decide I should get up and get moving if I want to get myself in the mood for some wild horses. I attempt the curry again, this time with the proper spice package, and it’s leaps ahead. So damn good, though I put too much water in the rice. Who cares, any food is great when you're starving!
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Our Back "Yard" |
As it turns out, that’s exactly what happens. I arrive alone and get real strong eye contact from some woman as I walk through to the washroom. It’s nice to feel wanted, especially when you have no one with you. Upon returning to the bar area, I stand by a wall and survey the for my friends. This woman makes her way around a couple tables and approaches me. She was incredibly flirty, kept touching me, and was generally good for chatting. She then tells me about her husband: Canadian, 6’5”, white. Ah. She has a type.

I find French Pierre and Xavier on the dance floor, and they give me some space assuming I’m trying to pursue this woman. I’m having a good time, dancing, singing, when things take an interesting turn: she kisses me. There had been many openings, which I actively avoided because that’s not my jam, man. I create a bit of space, but don’t disengage entirely until I find a fairly drunk Lawrence. He buys me a drink and seems to be having some luck with the ladies himself, so I disengage and talk to some random people. I don’t know if it was “middle aged” night or something, but that’s what a lot of the crowd was. I met a landlord who answered the question “how are you?” with a resounding “Salubrious!” He gave me the word, which means “good health; not worn down,” and told me to use it from then on. Sure, why not?

She had been working in the Perth diving industry for 10 years and now it was time to call it quits and move to Sydney with her husband, who had just landed a job there. She was upset and definitely not handling it the best way. I relate to her, telling her about my experience leaving Canada and coming here, and how I can empathize what she’s going through. At 2, I tell her that I’m going home, give her a long hug, tell her it’ll work out, and head home.
On my way home, I see a hulking Australian man actively, full-bodied throwing up in a garbage can. He was taking a break from the fun when I passed by, and I asked if he needed any help. Nope, he’s good where he is, he said. Cool. I walk the rest of the way home, cross paths by a passed out couple in Russell Square, and make it the rest of the way home without mishap.
I then ate a ham and white cheddar sandwich on a bun that French Stephen, who works at a bakery, had given me earlier in the day. Yum!
Salacious incident with a married woman :)
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