Tuesday, June 15, 2010

New Best Friend

As I may have mentioned here before, the most ridiculous of Australian public holidays is the "Queen's Birthday". Even if we ignore the fact that Australia has been an independent commonwealth for over a century, the entire thing is yet more laughable when you consider that England doesn't even celebrate the Queen's Birthday. Tack on the knowledge that not all of the states in Australia even celebrate it on the same day (which, we should mention, isn't the actual Queen's birthday) and you're almost tempted to go to work. Almost.

The long weekend started out with "a few quiet drinks" with Juice and Caz, which somehow ended with tequila shots and dancing in Newtown well after midnight. Caz advised that she was forced to cancel her hair appointment the next morning due to the pain of her hangover.

Saturday was spent saving energy for Shear and Keeg's farewell party, which started at 9 in Kings Cross, and ended after 4am for me, only because I decided I should head home to watch the USA v England World Cup match. In case you're wondering, I made it about 10 minutes into the game, and was found around half-time passed out in front of the TV, wrapped in my American flag.

And Sunday was a long lunch that allowed Junior and I to introduce the gang to doing repeated
shots of Patron XO Cafe, which we hadn't even known existed until our trip to NYC in April. Everyone is now addicted (despite not being able to actually remember doing said shots), and I can safely say that the demand for Patron XO Cafe will be trending upwards in Sydney over the coming months.

The long weekend's last hurrah was waking up at 4am to watch the Germany v Australia World Cup match, which turned into an absolute flogging for the Socceroos who lost 4-0 and made us wonder why we weren't in bed. The only thing that softened the blow was that we watched from a private event that involved a hot breakfast, champagne, and gift bags.

All I really want right now is the gift of sleep, but I've agreed to go out every night this week, and I'm guessing there's a good chance I'll be dead by Friday. Please remember to bury me with a certain coffee flavoured tequila.

4 comments:

Drew said...

Hahaha - Jay introduced us to the Patron Cafe shot a while back and it's since become my favorite too.

Vicki said...

Thank you. I was jealous your whole post because, well, Patron is just awesome, but at least now I know you have to watch World Cup games at ridiculous hours so there's at least one thing better about this time zone than yours. So suck it. And then drink better tequila than me.

Zander said...

Vicki - while I am indeed jealous of your ability to watch World Cup games at times that don't result in you looking like some sort of extinct or mythical monster for weeks at a time, a question for you: Have you really not updated your blog in 9 months? Have you given up??

Vicki said...

I know, it was a tough call but I had to give up the blog. Something about needing to work and sleep and party and whatnot (though that's what you do and somehow manage to keep yours going). So now I'm trying to survive on just Facebook status updates but it's not the same. You've given me something to think about ...