Hello again!
Well that's another week down the gurgler (yet another gem from the locals) and staring down the barrel of another one. Ahhh it seems like "Groundhog Day" lately. But nonetheless, am happy to be employed. Ahh, enough about work.
Today, Sunday, I did the usual store run with the added assistance of Roger and Mave's rental car! So to shake things up a little we went to Kelvin Grove, a far-flung suburb (far-flung for us foot-folk) only to discover that A)it wasn't that far away, really and B)the prices weren't any cheaper (jar of Best Foods mayonnaise 430g, who knows what that is in ounces, not me, math-challenged, thank you Mr. Foight, is still $4.91 either down the road or in this random, far away suburb). But it was neat to see how the commuting folk live. Eh. I like my 'hood. I don't care how expensive it is, I don't have to commute. Then I trekked out to hunt down the cat's food in Paddington. Then home to be picked up by Patrick (owner of pub next door. Keep up.) for a trip to another far-flung 'burb of Chermside (sounds like some sort of chemical-treatment facility. It's not tho. Looked a lot like St. Lukes in Auckland. Which isn't saying a heck of a lot, but safe to say it's not a chemical treatment plant). Their big thing is, literally, a mall. Sigh. He was in the mood to shop and I'm always up for a car ride to a new suburb. So winners all around. I'd forgotten my camera (gasp!) otherwise I'd've taken photos of, well, the mall. But, honestly, aside from different shop names, one mall here is like one in Germany, is like one in NZ, is like one in England, is just like one in the States. Still tho, always neat to see how they do things in another part of the world, even if it looks like where you came from. So on the way back to our 'burb, we went on a little sight-seeing tour of the 'hoods and discovered a lovely little place called Rosalie, not far from Paddington (where cat food comes from), which is not far from the City,
which isn't far from Spring Hill (me). If anyone gets ambitious you can look it up on a map. Rosalie. Really quaint, clean, not-too-snobby, no hippies (bonus!), the only downside was all the strollers stuffed with babies. I'd never fit in (the neighborhood, not a stroller. But with some of these newfangled modern 4x4 off-road stroller things, I probably could). Nice little neighborhood if I do say. I'd need that groovy Vespa though, far too many hills for these little feet.
Oh yeah, and Friday night, Roger got tickets through his work to go see a soccer/football match between the Brisbane Roar (yeah, I giggled a little too) and the New Zealand Knights (at least they didn't add 'black', 'silver' or 'white' to their title as they are wont to do with all of their other sport teams, Black Caps, All Blacks, Tall Blacks, Silver Ferns, etc etc). As the photos show, NZ got their butts kicked.
Still, it was a fun game. Went to see it at Suncorp Stadium (which, incidentaly, Steve Irwin's memorial is not going to be held, that'll be at his zoo, nicer place for it really). The audience at the game totaled 15,596 (something like that anyways). I looked around the stadium and it didn't look anything like 15,500plus. Big damn stadium. The neat thing about the game/night was, well, besides being free, was the city provided free shuttle buses to and from the stadium. Lots of buses. So it was dead easy, speedy and hassle-free to get there and back. Was quite a good night. And the game was only 90 minutes, so not so long you got bored stupid. Was pretty fun actually.
So there you are. Another mind-numbing work week, topped off with a neat, semi-adventurous weekend. Kinda sad I suppose when I consider a neat weekend is discovering new neighborhoods. Hey, I'm happy and that's what counts, dammit.
J!
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