2/16/10: Sydney, Australia
“Nobody likes their boss. You must be the only person in the world who would want to meet up with their boss on the other side of the world… There must be something wrong with you.”
– the oh-so-wise Kevin Curry
You know how people talk about having a work spouse? I never had a work spouse (other than my roommate Naz, but women aren’t allowed to marry in North Carolina, so that doesn’t really count, even though we had a loving relationship), but I did have a work dad. And what does a work dad do, one might ask? Well, not to worry if you don’t know – I shall tell you. He makes sure you go to the gym at least three times a week, he forces you to eat FIVE, not three, not four and half, but FIVE, walnuts every day at 3pm, and he gives you the death stare if you even think about having a soda.
We met up with Howie for breakfast at Dov at Delectica, where I tried Vegemite for the first time, and then we leeched onto him for the next seven hours. We went to his parents’ house and met his parents (I like to think of them as Mr. and Mrs. Howie), and then we had lunch with his sister, his brother-in-law and their brand-new, super adorable baby. So basically, Howie flew 18 hours to the other side of the world to visit with his family, whom he only gets to see twice a year – and Kevin and I crashed the party. What can I say? We are loving, caring, considerate people.
Howie, who is almost as proud of us for going on this trip as my real dad is, keeps up with our blog every day. And since he asked me not to mention how he made us go with him to T Bar so he could buy some t-shirts (“Hey – you won’t write on your blog, ‘and then he took us to the t-shirt store and we looked at t-shirts for half an hour…’ will you?”), I won’t mention that at all.
Hey Howie, thanks for breakfast! And lunch! And for showing us around! And for offering to buy me that t-shirt! I would have accepted only Kevin’s started complaining about how we have too much stuff – all ten pounds of it.
We eventually tore ourselves away from Howie so we could catch a harbor cruise with Captain Cook Cruises. If we didn’t go on the cruise, we would probably have tagged along to Howie’s family dinner, and then invited ourselves to stay the night at Howie’s parents’ house, and I think that would probably have been overstaying our welcome just a tad, so it’s probably just as well we went on the cruise.
After the cruise was over, we walked to our friendly neighborhood Coles, where we picked up some groceries for our last meal in Australia.
We had decided earlier that eating kangaroo steak at a restaurant would be a bit too pricey for us, but $3.97 for four kangaroo skewers? That’s in our budget! We cooked up the skewers alongside some onions and mushrooms and peppers, and this became our first self-catered meal that didn’t involve Shin Ramyun, pasta or sandwiches.
The verdict? Roo is yummy.
Puzzles for Postcards
Hidden Baseball Hall of Famers (A slight twist this week – name all of the Baseball Hall of Famers included either forward or backward in the following. Hint: there are five, all of at least five letters in length.)
The Wall Street opening bell cracked, causing the need for a newer bell. “I keep one handy” the speaker said at the meeting to discuss the problem. “We can melt names onto it to copy the pattern of the original.” The banks all agreed, and the next morning the new bell was hoisted onto the old bench. Order was restored.
Picture of the Day: We’ll be back, Sydney!