Didn't enter anything last night, so you've all missed out on hearing about the America's Cup and how I stood in the rain for a full 10 minutes like the drought girl I am.
"The sky is falling! The sky is falling! Oh... hangon... I remember rain..."

I'm not going to tell you anything about the way that Cyclone and myself had to dash through puddles the size of sydney harbour to try and find a safe haven from the downpour that caught us completely off guard. If you think I'm going to go into details about the awesome Italian meal I had for dinner then you're going to be totally disapointed. Ha. Ha.

However, I can tell you with some degree of certainty that Friday nights are alot of fun when staying in a city central backpackers. Even if you just want to read a book and 'chill out' (like the wall says to do) you'll wind up getting married, divorced, and convinced to move back to Australia with every different nationality imaginable. Exept Scottland. Damned if I could understand a thing she said.

Also met a bloke from Mooloolabah. His sister works in a salon that I went to a few years ago. Small bloody world, I tell you. Oh, and just for the record... beer: It comes in pints.