For me to even try and tell you about everything that happened in Sidney I would write for two pages. If you want all the stories you will have to ask about them later because some will be kept secret. Every night was just drunk beyond belief with hundreds of people from every country possible and beer and shots I have never heard of. We walked all around the city everyday. Sydney has great shopping and there are places where it is so high class I felt underdressed just shopping in a polo and shorts. A t-shirt from any American brand and almost any other t shirt is in the range of 50-75 Australian dollars so about 40-65. The brands are obviously completely different but the way the stores are set up are really different. We toured parliament and the opera house. Went through the aquarium where I got to see a duck billed platypus. And Nemo. The Mardi Gras parade was insane and they said there were over 300,000 people attended. For those of you who don’t know it is a Gay and Lesbian parade and one of the biggest in the world. I enjoyed the atmosphere and people just letting loose all over but I was getting a little sick of all the half naked gay men on the floats and doing dances in the parade. After the parade on Saturday night I got drunker than I have been in a while because my Hostel roommate from Norway and I keep doing Zambooka shots. The week was a complete success until the two of us got jumped about a block from our hostel. Six guys came out of an alley and told us to get them our fucking wallets. I asked him what is said and as soon as he started talking about I took off down the street and told my friend to run. I got away but they tripped him in the street. I ran to get the bouncers from the bar up the street and when I brought them back the kids ran. My friend was kicked a bunch and they took his wallet but not this phone or camera and he only had 15 in cash. It was a crazy experience and life has just been insane since that time. We checked out of the hostel the next morning at like 9 am and went around for our last day in Sidney and while we were on the bus to the airplane they called and said our flight had been canceled. We had to get a hotel and wake up at 5 am to get one a flight back. The only reason I was mad was because it was my birthday night. When I got back on Monday I relaxed and got ready for the night. My friends and I went out to dinner and drinks at the tavern and I got fucked thanks to Angus and his crazy shots. We went back to my buddies and after a couple of bongs and a handful of honey ‘shrooms’. I was good to go for my Birthday at that point. When I got back I opened my door to see my room covered in balloons, streamers, and confetti. There were tons of balloons and the streamers were strung back and forth across the room, but the confetti was the worst because they put it in my bed and it stuck to my feet everywhere I walked. My Australian friends were the ones responsible for all the mess but they made up for that by getting me a cricket bat and wicket set. I got some fun home stuff in a box from my mom and I really appreciate everyone who sent a happy birthday my way. I know it is really easy to forget when someone isn’t their and am glad people cared enough to remember. I can’t wait for baseball season to start. This will be the Cub’s break out year. I know it was long but I have more that I just don’t feel like typing out.
