Cowbell 808

This morning I found myself in a state of confusion and derangement. Between washing my clothes with a peace of paper in the load and almost cutting my arm off while trying to smack a cockroach in my kitchen sink, nothing seamed to be working out for me. So I did what I always do in these situations, I walked toward the bar. On the way my stomach churned as my body ached for food and I felt I might not make it to the bar, so I stopped half way at a cafe called Cowbell 808. Normally this place is too crowded for me to feel comfortable in, but it was late enough in the day at this point that the energy had leveled off. I ordered myself the Bacon and Egg Sambo for 10 bucks. This sandwich wont get you stuffed, but it's just the right type of plate if you need something easy on your stomach after a night of heavy drinking. My only complaint about this place would be the chairs outside which couldn't have been less comfortable.

Inside Cowbell 808

Rainy Day at Manly

It was a rainy day which otherwise would have been spent on my computer or at the local bar, however I decided I would venture out anyway and take the ferry ride over to Manly. The place was pretty dead when I got there and my options for food were slim. The only thing opened that looked slightly appealing was this hole in the wall sea food restaurant inappropriately named Watervue. I got the calamari plus fish combo and this filled me up, nothing too special about this place really, well they at least serve beer.

New Years @ Sydney Haurbor

I got back from Newcastle at 6pm on new years eve completely exhausted and called Mr. T about plans for the new years celebration. He opted for the train to Circular Quay, while we were buying tickets at the train station we witnessed out first arrests for the night. There were two drunk Irishmen, one shirtless and deranged looking, both being handcuffed and searched. The less deranged one was heavily resisting the search and it's no wonder cause the cop pulled a baggy of heroin out of his pocket a minute later. Once we got to Circular Quay we discovered the that place had been fenced off completely, it was full and that was that. So we walked up the hill toward Harts pub, and then ventured north on a street leading toward the Harbor Bridge. Here we caught out first glimpse of the moon rising behind the Opera House and then a couple warning shot fireworks.