Sirvice sex is fun's blog: "My poor mistaken friend."

My legs hurt.  That means I walked more than two blocks (I’m from So Cal, gimmie a break). 

Spent the day in South Bank on the edge of the Yarra River.  Had breakfast, bacon, eggs and tomato (still without coffee) which consisted of over medium eggs that were cooked through and bacon that looked more like a pile of ham.  The slice of tomato was a garnish.  I don’t know what it did to deserve top billing.  It wasn’t that good. 

Visited the botanical gardens.  Stayed awake. 

Toured Captain Cook’s cottage.  It’s the oldest building in Australia and it wasn’t even built there.  Go figure.

Visited St. Patrick’s Cathedral (by mistake) and cussed once inside (on purpose).  Looked like the one in New York if I remember correctly.  How is it that I’ve visited so many fucking St Patrick cathedrals?  I’m not even Catholic!

Passed by the Australian courts.  Judges walked and wore wigs.  I tried not to laugh.

Telstra gave me another phone.  As in “in addition to.”  Now I have three.  Two from Telstra and my first.  At least the second one from Telstra is free.  Woo yawn hoo.

Made two meetings and met more people I didn’t know I knew.  Amazing how plugged in I am in a country I’ve never seen except on the tube and on globes. 

Talked to a friend (one of the original reasons for my visit).  I’ll see her soon…

Yay!

Finally, saw Footy at the G (that’s Australian Rules Football at the Melbourne Cricket Grounds).  Sold out.  All of it.  Until the guy behind me gave me what I needed.  Free, he “gave.”   Go Pies!  Unbelievably great people these Aussies are.  Did I mention that?  This almost makes up for their “reserved distance.”