A Return to Posting Sober. Boring I Know.

So after the excess of Thursday night, I dragged Rosie and Olly to Bill's for breakfast. Bill's is a Sydney institution, and a must go to in my books. It took quite a bit of walking, but I'm convinced it was worth it. Olly doesn't eat breakfast and Rosie was super hung but I enjoyed it.

We hit Oxford Street again, and Rosie and I lost the others by taking way too long in a shop called Rodeo Girl, which we loved. We met Jenna and Clem for coffee in the afternoon and then wandered back to the apartment.

Olly and Hagen arrived a bit later bringing fresh tonic supplies and then we headed to Vespa, a pizza place in Surrey Hills for dinner. Dinner was a grand affair with twelve of us crammed around a table for amazing pizzas. They actually were the best I've had since the magical place I found in Germany. They were thin, crispy, piled with good things like anchovie, blue cheese, rocket and proscuitto. Sweet. What too much excitment? Can't beat a good pizza.

After dinner, we hit the bars, starting at a revolting dive called Courthouse, probably so most of the inhabitants would feel at home, and then moving up to Middle Bar. At this point we lost Olly and Hagen as Olly didn't quite make it in. We met up with them at Green Park and after I escaped the clutches of a homeless 'poet', Rosie and I decided we had to go dancing. Somehow the friends of Hagens we were with knew exactly where to take us and we ended up at a club playing Kiss and Make Up worthy music, but where everyone was in fancy dress and drinks were cheap. It was fantastic.