Monday, April 17, 2006
Easter Weekend
I worked both the best and the worst shifts this weekend. The worst was last night at the Aussie Stadium where I sold beer after beer to rabid rugby fans whilst shivering in my t-shirt because it was about 50 degrees. Oh yeah, did I mention I have a bad cold? Hopefully the paycheck this week will make up for it. Saturday, I worked the big Easter races at the Randwick Racecourse, probably the biggest day for horse racing in Sydney. Everyone gets dolled up in suits and cocktail dresses and the women wear flowers and stupid little hats on their head. So it was a pretty cool shift, and busy...I got to work the bar in the Members' section right next to the racetrack (even though I saw bupkiss of the races). We sold soooooo much champagne (no Kristal, but some Moet and Dom for sure). It was pretty crazy because the bar area was so small and there were a lot of us behind the bar. So lots of tripping over each other and elbowing going on. It was fun because at my station I worked with this guy, Matt, whom I had worked with a couple of times at the Opera House a while ago. We got on really well back then and even went for a drink after work once, but I never saw him after that (except once I ran into him randomly on the street) and didn't think I would until, lo and behold, there he was working behind the very same bar. After our work shift was over, we ended up getting dinner at a Thai restaurant in Newtown, a hip, bohemian, Village-esque neighborhood in Sydney. The food was awesome and so cheap too! Afterwards, we met Adam and his friend Leah at Zanzibar, an ultra-cool Newtown haunt. Sarah and her friends met us there, then we left Adam and Leah to go the Marlborough, where we met J and his friends, and danced to a really good band. It would have been a perfect day had it not been for the cold that suddenly crept up on me. Personally, I blame Jesus (again). If I had been able to go out Friday night, I wouldn't have felt the need to stay out as late on Saturday and get sick like I did. Ah, who am I kidding?
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