Aussiehalley - Halley Down Under

blinding me with science...

It is a proven scientific fact that to kill germs, one may use alcohol. Christine had a sore throat the other day. To kill the germs that were causing her sore throat, we decided it would be a good idea to go get some drinks Friday night. All in the name of science, of course.

We went to the Stork, which is a pub/hotel/bottle shop about a block from our apt. http://www.storkhotel.com/ (You can see the photo on the left is the outside, and the one on the right is inside the bar.) This great blues trio was playing, and the room was smokey, though I never really saw the smoking. Perhaps a haze travels with blues groups. The room is filled with a mix of ages, a mix of locals and travellers. I go up to the end of the bar to order some drinks. The bar is busy, so the bartenders don't come over that second. The older guy sitting there moves over, making room. "Awright, love, you get roight in theh. Hey, bartendeh! This ly-dy he'uh needs a drink!" The guy is shouting over the crowd and music to the other side of the bar, to this baby-faced bartender guy in a red tshirt and massive, long dreads. I'm trying to order drinks and by this time, they're out of what we wanted, so I end up pointing to a case, "give me a red thing and an orange thing, and whatever white wine." So as the slow-ass bartender figures this all out, the older guy, leans over to me, "You know he's a musician, too." wink wink, nudge nudge.

We spent the evening listening to music, enjoying colorful liquids, and scouting the room for Aussie guys for Sarah. There might also have been some drunken dialling. I recall something about Charlie's mom and hip boots... Of course, afterward, we had to buy crap food at 7-11. I ended up with Cheezels, which have about as much real cheese in it as you might guess from the name. So goood.

*****
saw a play a few days ago. one-man show. most of it was good. best part: lip-synching to "sweet transvestite" from Rocky Horror.

NOTES:
-Alyssa was on the phone with me during part of this posting. She made me stop typing because she said I wasn't listening to her. It was true. She says hi.
-In the course of our "ladies who lunch" day out in Prahran (pronounced "puh-ran", not "prah-rahn" - go figure), it was discovered that a one Ms Ali NewYorker knows not of the girlie junior high sleepover. A sleepover has been planned, involving Molly Ringwald movies, nail polish, and prank calling boys. We only know 2 boys, so they might guess...
-Having the Queen Vic Market practically across the street has proved dangerous. We go there all the time, and come home with things like olive tapenades, big fresh focaccia breads, and 3-for-$10 cheese specials.

posted by Halley @ 11:28 PM