Back to Sydney = back to the crazy

Jess and I got back to Sydney on Thursday night, tired, but happy to be back. We flew Emirates from Christchurch and boy was it nice. This asian woman sat down in our row, and I could see from her ticket she wasn't supposed to be there. No big deal except that she was staring at the screen in front of her - not watching a movie or tv. Not listening to music or playing trivia. No, she stared, for no joke 3 and a half hours straight at the flight progress. That little airplane slowly moving from one country to another. Yeah, freaky. I distracted myself by watching the movie Changeling, sipping a glass of red, and bawling my eyes out. Good times. After getting back to our home base and couches at Mundey's house, we had a pool day on Friday and then met up with the boys downtown for some after work drinks. Which of course turned into a night at Cross, and another night of debauchery. Ahhh Sydney, how I've missed you. Saturday was Mardi Gras. Another day of fun in the sun, bbq's, and entertainment provided by Sydney's finest: the boys of Greenwich Rd. This week we're off to Bondi to couchsurf with a newbie named Q. Hopefully the weather will clear up and we'll get some sunnage, eh??