Boys' week at the opera

Well, I've just come back from a boys' week at the opera (it was phantom of the opera, which I have been corrected many a time that it is actually a musical). Went to the footy and gave the boys far too much of a running commentary on the boundary umpires. Went to church in Redfern, and then closer to the city after accidentally going over bridge a couple of extra times. I drove in Sydney in Anne-Sophie's car, which makes some interesting, if not charming noises.

Went out to the Blue Mountains on Tuesday, played soccer with Anne-Sophie and her Moore friends on Monday, and went to the show on the Tuesday evening. Caught the shops and was unimpressed with Sydney fashion, so have decided I'm going to have to design my own clothes. Found only one place that sold stuff I liked, but the price tag didn't quite agree...

Then there was the expletiing virgin flight cow who changed my seat allocation from a good one to a bad one. Why? Just because. So it was an empty seat (or rather lots of them) at the front in "Premium Economy" with the back absolutely chockers. Because I hadn't "paid the fare", even though I had entered into a written and verbal contract with them such that I'd have access to seat 3A. Wasn't impressed...

Saturday Night

Just moved out to South Hobart for a month. Quite a weird experience. May require a bit of getting used to. I'll be settled in after a month and then I'll have to move out.

Went to the end of the fringe festival market last night. I've never seen so many dreadlocks. They were everywhere. But I seemed to be the only one with a decent 'fro. But it fitted in because it was slightly different to the mainstream. Very different culture to what I'm used to. To be honest, I felt uncomfortable. Maybe it was because I didn't have an entourage of friends, maybe it was because everyone looked poor/hippy. Either way, there was something there about a life that I didn't want to live - getting wasted on pot and grog, relying on markets to earn a crust or to buy clothes. In all of that, there's still something else that irked me, and I can't put a finger on what it was.

Then there was the hip hop band afterwards. Had their own unique style. But they were two chicks, who, when it came down to it, were sluts. Not particularly pretty girls, but they sang about controlling their boys. You could say it was about empowerment. But it was about ignoring their sexual history and sleeping with who they liked. Or pulling out excuses if the guy wasn't performing. Again, just a weird world that I have been so sheltered from. A weird world that I don't feel comfortable with, despite my awareness of its existence.

I also learned that it only takes a couple of seconds to smoke a cone. Two drags, and that was it. That was very confronting. Real people having a good time.

I was taught to play backgammon.

In the morning I was on kidz bizz. One kid had a car and was rather distracted. I took the car off him. Mean bugger I am. "I want it back." "You'll get it back." "I want it back now." "So?" "Um." "You think that just because you want something you're going to get it?" "Um..."