The next morning we got to Brad's where we met him and Nick. Traffic was a bitch and we almost missed our check-in, but it only added to the excitement and energy with which I was abuzz.
I had a seat by myself, sitting in front of the other three. Dean was directly behind me and gave me one of the best head massages of my life. He also kicked my chair and teased me enough to make it a really fun flight. I bought a midget can of lemonade.
Nick ate some questionable taco mince at the airport while we waited for Dean to sort out the rental car. Meanwhile, I was in Sydney for the very first time in my life! It felt like Melbourne in a lot of ways initially, in terms of size and the way the buildings looked.
Swung in to the valet area of the Marriott and I ooh'ed and ahh'ed at the fancy foyer/lobby - still very much swept up in holiday-happiness. We dropped off our bags and I reluctantly agreed to wait to see the rooftop pool until after we'd been grocery and alcohol shopping. Amongst other things the groceries included fruit and the alcohol included... well, a lot!
We emptied the contents of the mini-fridge into the microwave and Brad stacked about twenty Up & Go's into the fridge door. It was quite precarious, but quite an achievement!
Dean's cousin Brendan met us at the hotel and soon I got my wish and we went upstairs and checked out the pool, spa, sauna and gym! I leant him my shorts to swim in because I have child-bearing sized hips. The pool was freezing and it was raining on us so we quickly hurried inside with our "water" bottles and jumped in the spa. I know, I know, drinking in the spa tisk tisk. I can't imagine that what we followed it up with was much better, but you never hear anyone say anything about not drinking in saunas... I did not care though, I was in Sydney with my boyfriend and great friends and I wanted to get a little messed up!
Out to Stonewall we went, dressed appropriately in singlets and shorts (it was raining). My first gay club experience in Sydney and I was pretty impressed. I think I only saw two of the three levels, but anyway. We danced, we drank, we met a guy called Jasper (I forgot to ask if he had a cousin named Brian, dammit!). Oporto's was the food of choice on the way back to the hotel. Those chips and nuggets now have my saliva glands in a frenzy. That night I didn't vomit but I did cry. Alcohol messed my emotions around a little towards the end of the night/early morning. Normally I'm smarter than that. So day one concluded and I'd experienced a lot of new things. An awesome day overall. :)
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Yay, it's like being there but without the hangover. :)
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