I would just like to tell you all about the bloody good weekend I had this weekend. Yep that’s right, try and say that in a posh English accent ‘Bloody good weekend old bean.’
It all started on Friday night. I went with my girlfriend to a local pub to have some dinner. I was there early so watched the first half of the super 15 game from New Zealand and had a very nice beer. We then had dinner. Now most pub dinners you would expect are ok versions of burgers, fish and chips, lasagne or something. Not this one. I helped myself to the ‘Big Man’ beef ribs and couldn’t have been that much more impressed and at a mere $20 very worth it. After dinner we went home for a nice quiet night with a few episodes of mad men.
Saturday. I woke up at a very leisurely 10am, eventually getting out of bed at about 1030 (always good to have a lie in on the weekends). Then had some breakfast and made my bag ready for rugby. After watching some tv it was time to leave for rugby. I dropped my girlfriend off, picked up a mate and off we went to ruggers. There I encountered the only bad bit of the weekend and that was the Sydney traffic. I will speak more of this in future.
The day was glorious. Blue skies, warm, a very slight breeze keeping it comfortable, perfect rugby conditions. We played, we won, I scored, all in all a good day on the rugger bugger field.
I jumped straight in the car after the game and shot off home. On the way encountered a bit more of that wank Sydney traffic (I can’t wait to get into this). Got in, raced into the shower, showered, changed and headed out the door on route for ANZ Stadium to watch the rugby league.
We managed to get the earlier train than we were expecting to get to the ground, score. This allowed me to realise how damn hungry I was but with all this extra time, I had time to go and get myself the best Subway I have ever eaten! My lord it filled a hole and tied me over.
A pretty good game of rugby league was then witnessed and we managed to escape, at the final whistle and get to the station before the hordes of people left the ground. The adventure was not over yet. After getting home again, there was a 3rd outfit change into some glad rags for the night out. Whilst waiting to go out, I was able to see the one goal that the might Crystal Palace scored in our defeat to Cardiff and then off we went.
As the two of us were playing catch up to people that had been out for about 4 hours or more, we decided to pub crawl to meet them. Pubs were discovered along the way that would never have been explored had it not been for the mini crawl. A new shot was also discovered, delivered in a rather cool looking glass, all in all, another resounding success.
The rest of the night was just one of the cracking nights. Karaoke was sung, shots were seen off, sprits were devoured, pubs and clubs were conquered and the two intrepid travellers were dropped off at home at about 6ish.
Sunday. My phone woke me up. Ringing as it was at the horrendously early hour of 1130!!1 What bastard would do that to someone on a Sunday. This wasn’t a phone call that I would want to ignore. Free tickets to the Rugby Union on offer. Boom, I’ll have me some of that. After being despatched to go and get some hangover cure, crap fast food and wolfing it down so it barely touched my taste buds, I was being whisked away again.
This time the destination was the SFS for the Waratahs and the Crusaders. It’s always good to see international players, but watching ones that are widely regarded as the best in the world is extra nice. A great game of rugby followed ending in a score line of 37-33, 70 points 7 tries and 3 beers, a mighty fine afternoons work. It wasn’t finished there,
The boys and myself headed to the pub for one last beer before home time, that sunk, off home we go. Thai food is delivered 3 minutes after I walk in the door, the service so far, exceptional. Only one job left to do. The dreaded weekly shop. The girlfriend and I set off. It is always a shit fight doing this crappy shopping, but this time it is very different. Maybe the fact it was 830 on Sunday evening had something to do with it, but we flew round, getting everything we need and I was even able to be extra stupid and still make good time.
The shopping put away, the weekend drawing to a close, there was only one way to end such a bloody good weekend. Yep that is right ‘Homes Under the Hammer.’ Now that this has happened I fear that Karma will be rearing its ugly head and I am due a shit one, but I will try to avoid that as long as possible. That is the thought for today, tune in tomorrow for something else. Laters
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