Sunday, March 26, 2006
Oz Blog - Weekend Update
March 26
11:50 a.m. –The flight attendant on Qantas asking me if I was “going for a pee” as I walked toward the back of the Boeing 737-800. Wow. How touching and, dare I say, classy.
2:24 p.m. - My brain hurts. Tired. Can’t even think. Can’t string even two thoughts together, at least, none that make any sense. But the view of the Sydney Harbour Bridge coming out of the train tunnel towards Circular Quay…wow. Chills. Goosebumps. Gasp. It’s unreal.
No, actually, it’s very real. Very real now. I’m in Australia. Someone pinch me.
March 27
6:29 a.m. – Happy Easter. I’m here in Sydney and it’s unbelievable. Staying right here by the Harbour was a very good idea. I can look out the window and see the Sydney Opera House and the Harbour Bridge. I could sit on the ledge of the window and look at it all day long.
We did dinner at Jourdon’s last night – pretty good meal – and delved into the dark side: exes and weddings. The night did end with a nice hand-in-hand stroll back to the hotel. Holding hands is a guilty pleasure of mine, people just don’t do it enough these days. All the kids, with Al Gore’s internet and their Playstation Two’s, they just don’t get it. You can’t cyber-handhold.
6:40 p.m. – What a day! Gorgeous weather abound. Not a cloud in the sky. We took a stroll around the Harbour, into the Botanic Gardens, and I took about 10,000 photos of the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. We went over to the Taronga Zoo, pet a kangaroo, took a photo with a koala, got a roasting sunburn on my face…good times.
On the way home, we walked across the Harbour Bridge and then went down by Luna Park underneath the bridge – kind of a smaller Coney Island.
March 28
12:45 p.m. – Prue might just have to cut my cord and carry my ass back to BridgeClimb headquarters. The two foot wide iron grillwork, 250 feet above Sydney Harbour is making my legs not work so good.
1:30 p.m. – I can see my apartment from up here. I’m high – in every sense of the word, sans narcotics.
6:59 p.m. – Made the play with seconds to spare…
To the next step...which George Mason took tonight. Good on the Patriots and Coach Larranaga - win one for all the mids!
One.
11:50 a.m. –The flight attendant on Qantas asking me if I was “going for a pee” as I walked toward the back of the Boeing 737-800. Wow. How touching and, dare I say, classy.
2:24 p.m. - My brain hurts. Tired. Can’t even think. Can’t string even two thoughts together, at least, none that make any sense. But the view of the Sydney Harbour Bridge coming out of the train tunnel towards Circular Quay…wow. Chills. Goosebumps. Gasp. It’s unreal.
No, actually, it’s very real. Very real now. I’m in Australia. Someone pinch me.
March 27
6:29 a.m. – Happy Easter. I’m here in Sydney and it’s unbelievable. Staying right here by the Harbour was a very good idea. I can look out the window and see the Sydney Opera House and the Harbour Bridge. I could sit on the ledge of the window and look at it all day long.
We did dinner at Jourdon’s last night – pretty good meal – and delved into the dark side: exes and weddings. The night did end with a nice hand-in-hand stroll back to the hotel. Holding hands is a guilty pleasure of mine, people just don’t do it enough these days. All the kids, with Al Gore’s internet and their Playstation Two’s, they just don’t get it. You can’t cyber-handhold.
6:40 p.m. – What a day! Gorgeous weather abound. Not a cloud in the sky. We took a stroll around the Harbour, into the Botanic Gardens, and I took about 10,000 photos of the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. We went over to the Taronga Zoo, pet a kangaroo, took a photo with a koala, got a roasting sunburn on my face…good times.
On the way home, we walked across the Harbour Bridge and then went down by Luna Park underneath the bridge – kind of a smaller Coney Island.
March 28
12:45 p.m. – Prue might just have to cut my cord and carry my ass back to BridgeClimb headquarters. The two foot wide iron grillwork, 250 feet above Sydney Harbour is making my legs not work so good.
1:30 p.m. – I can see my apartment from up here. I’m high – in every sense of the word, sans narcotics.
6:59 p.m. – Made the play with seconds to spare…
To the next step...which George Mason took tonight. Good on the Patriots and Coach Larranaga - win one for all the mids!
One.
