I've been busy...

It’s recently been brought to my attention that I haven’t written anything on this blog in over 5 months, and this is shocking. There’s good reason though; I’ve been having way too much of a good time. Blogging in Canada was easy when it was cold and I was poor, but in Sydney there are things to do every single night of the week, even when poor, which is stunting both my productivity and my sleep pattern.


A quick update is due I guess. After 6 weeks of searching Lou and I finally found the perfect house in Newtown, the coolest part of Sydney (no bias there at all) and the lesbian capital of the inhabited world, apparently. There are enough girls who like girls in this suburb to keep KD Lang and Tegan and Sara in tight pants and plaid shirts for the rest of their lives. We filled it with colourful shit, as is our want, and had a housewarming party; the theme was cult movies and Totoro, Ponyo, Ash from Evil Dead, King Arthur, Baby from Dirty Dancing, Thelma, Bonnie (of Clyde fame) and many more made their awesome appearances. Kudos kids!

I spent Christmas at the International House of Pancakes (which may or may not be less a chain of creperies but a house containing friends of UK, US, Spanish and French descent) drinking for 3 days straight, making everyone listen to Fairytale of New York on repeat and eating some unbelievable food cooked by our chef buddy Chris. We didn't sit down to eat til 10pm because we'd been so lashed, and also because despite the shitty weather we had insisted on going surfing at Manly. Who DOESN'T go surfing on xmas day in Sydney? Everyone, that's who. Anyway, I couldn't have had a better festive period and loved spending it with some new and some old friends.

NYE was slightly wierder, with a mad day at our place and a rushed, impeded scurry across the city at 10.30pm when I realised that the original plan (to climb an abandoned building in our hood and watch the fireworks from the roof) wasn't going to happen and that I was going to miss possibly my only Sydney new year's ever. We made it to Observatory Hill in an hour, despite the state of us and the million and a half other people trying to get there, and I almost cried watching the fireworks from a hill right next to the Harbour Bridge. It's as good as they say it is.


What else have I done....I went to see the Dalai Lama speak, went on a rave around Sydney Harbour on the most beautiful day of the year that ended in a bus load of us singing to Love Shack on the way to the afterparty at 5pm on a Saturday, much to the bemusement of the rest of the city, I went to Homebake (good), Field Day (meh), Soundwave (great) and the Playground Weekender (friggin fantastic), as well as to see Chase & Status, and the godfather of dnb Mr Andy C (who Lou and I ended up meeting and hugging and dancing with us - best thing to ever happen ever, FACT) on his first Australian boat party, I've learned to surf (shakily) and bought a board, I've got a microdermal in my chest, witnessed a suspension, started growing herbs in the back yard, been to the brilliant Govinda's (where you lie down to watch movies), started going to naked life drawing at a really nice hotel (we're not naked, they are), discovered a great vegan community space, met a whole bunch of great people and picked up yoga again!


Oh, and there was a random street dancing episode to a busking band in January. It was unfathomably awesome.

My awesome nephew Batman Symbol was also one last week, and I am pleased to say he's sporting a nice surf bum / indie kid haircut and stabbing drum sticks through skins already. I like to think my influence is felt.


I'm working as a booking agent / PA (HA!) / promotor / the chick who plays with the dog for an awesome little company, meaning I work with bands all the time and arrange nights and band competitions and stuff. Somehow I managed to find another job where I don't start til ten, everyone gets on and rocking into work horrendously hungover is all but encouraged. They even give me free festival tickets and passes to weird events. Obviously I enjoy it.


Wow, that's almost 4 months of Australia right there. I'm a third of my way through. Strange.