Sydney Madness Part III
February 28th 2011 09:25
Part three: Rock Stars
It started with Rob placing a chair outside my bathroom (yes it was mine, because we had our own private toilets). Now I have no idea why he did that but it sparked a frenzied assault, which brought out our inner demons and best rock star impersonation.
We trashed the joint. Tackling the couch seemed logical at the time, I swear. As did, smashing wine glasses against the pots on our balcony.
“Wow, you guys are living like rock stars,” Dylan said.
Rob’s face was scorching red, as if he had just trekked the Nullarbor. So low on brain cells, that his attempt to lob an empty beer bottle into a pot, hit the top of the shade on the balcony and smacked into my head. Fortunately, the alcohol buzz was rampant throughout my body and negated any possible pain. Take a hit and suffer the consequences tomorrow, that’s how one should roll.
After finishing the bottle of Southern and Hennessey, it was time to make a move and hit Sydney town. In the lift, Rob grabbed a bewildered person coming into the elevator, who muttered “Hey, chief you hitting Oxford tonight?”
A tranquil elderly couple also entered the lift…. to their detriment. Their piercing disapproving gaze was met with simultaneous drunken laughter from us. We were uncontrollable dissident young men, ready to unleash on foreign terrain. A magnetic sensation fizzled down my body, as I sensed the alcohol taking hold of my brain and any sense of responsibility and morality being flushed from my system.
We are greeted by a humid Sydney sea breeze as we exit the hotel. This isn’t New Orleans, Vegas or Munich, and I assume the rules are as conservative as red necked Perth, but Dylan has always neglected regulations such as the time when he blew off some steam at two unsuspecting transit officers.
Dylan was acting tour guide for my girlfriend and I, showing us the sights and sounds of Sydney during my previous visit to the Harbour City. We caught the train to some destination, except Dylan boarded with a student ticket.
Look, he was suffering severe stress after having recently lost his job in Albany due to a drink driving charge, so his judgment was perhaps clouded.
And when you’re down, luck avoids you like the plague and turns into a filthy bitch. The officers boarded and approached our section but Dylan remained unmoved.
To be continued……
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