A nothing day. Miss Via finally made me a good coffee. I went to Annes to start my new book. Moved onto the GO2, more reading. Yesterday was a big day, I’m pretty worn out so back to my room for some study for tomorrows class, a movie and a snooze.
Installing yet more powerlines - while i enjoy an iced coffee.
I head down to Lams for mid afternoon lunch and stop for a drink with Tom, Glen, Gareth and an Australian guy, Peter. The boys are getting on it, the empty beer bottles are taking up half the table and the joints are going around – Tom is absolutely wasted. Glens’ son Michael is there, he’s about 10.
Michael, Glen, Tom and Me.
Peter looks familiar, he’s closing in on sixty, we chat about Australia and he goes on to tell me about his house in Perth and his house in Miami and how he’s just going up the coast to look at some property to buy a house here, a bit like the loud mouth Americans but not so loud and in your face, more matter of factly. I can't work out if he's a tycoon or a raconteur. He just has to wait for his girlfriend to get back from Danang, she’s twenty three – Ding! – He was the guy from Jins a couple of days ago with the girlfriend who was hogging the bathroom! Simon – nod and smile, keep your mouth shut and just let him brag. Tom staggers across the street to his room and after my third beer I decide that’s a good cue for me and head back to my room for another snooze.
I wake at seven to the sounds of Thay practicing her piano in the foyer. I’m a little bit seedy so I take a quick shower and head out for a quick bite and a couple more beers. I go to Thi café to say hi to the band and try one of their burgers. It’s the kind of warm clear Friday night where you can feel everyone is just winding up for a big one, activity in the streets and all kinds of characters drift past.
The cigarette guy who overcharged me last week comes over being friendly and trying to hustle me to buy more cigarettes. He’s nice enough and I tell him I’m not angry at him but that was his one chance and I’m not buying anymore cigarettes from him. He skulks off with a huffy smirk. Tim the keyboard player sits down for a chat between sets, he used to live in Leichhardt and we shoot the breeze about Sydney
A nice looking ride, you don't see many bikes over 175cc.
I go across to the ANZ ATM at the GO2 and top up my dilly bag and head back to my room for an early night, I’m sure I will be grateful at seven thirty tomorrow morning when I front the ten ten year olds.
