...is the kangaroo. An animal that physically cannot move backward.
Moving always forward.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Me as an Ultimate Player, Pt II.
Things I need to improve:
- Visualizing the disk as a Frisbee that floats and curves as opposed to thinking it has the trajectory of a thrown ball. I often find myself running to a spot. The wrong spot.
- Learning how to mark a player on defense. In attempting to face guard opposing players today, had two catches made directly over my head as I had no idea the disk was coming towards me.
- Throwing with confidence. I still treat the disk like I treat rebounds in basketball, the less time it spends in my hands, the better.
- Avoiding contact. Hand-checking, tackling, setting and running through screens, these seem like natural things to do in team sports. Apparently frowned upon in Ultimate.
For all the Ultimate players out there, if you have any advice, it would be greatly appreciated.
Also, do you keep stats in Ultimate? Because if you do, my stat sheet would be:
+/-: -4, 1 assist, 1 score, 2 sick D's, 0 layouts.
- Visualizing the disk as a Frisbee that floats and curves as opposed to thinking it has the trajectory of a thrown ball. I often find myself running to a spot. The wrong spot.
- Learning how to mark a player on defense. In attempting to face guard opposing players today, had two catches made directly over my head as I had no idea the disk was coming towards me.
- Throwing with confidence. I still treat the disk like I treat rebounds in basketball, the less time it spends in my hands, the better.
- Avoiding contact. Hand-checking, tackling, setting and running through screens, these seem like natural things to do in team sports. Apparently frowned upon in Ultimate.
For all the Ultimate players out there, if you have any advice, it would be greatly appreciated.
Also, do you keep stats in Ultimate? Because if you do, my stat sheet would be:
+/-: -4, 1 assist, 1 score, 2 sick D's, 0 layouts.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Things I miss about San Francisco
- Dive Bars. Low-end pubs in Sydney tend toward vinyl-floor-desperate as opposed to indie-cred-grungy.
- Online media. Pandora, Slacker Radio, Hulu are all blocked here. AmazonMP3 doesn't allow downloading overseas.
- Burritos. I'm on the verge of smuggling a large Mexican family into the country just so they will make me carnitas super burritos at my bidding.
- In & Out Burger. No explanation needed.
- My new French roommates don't know what 'bifler' and 'gicler' mean. They don't seem to know any more useful French.
- No one to watch Glee with. There are plenty of people who watch Glee in Australia. Problem is, none of them would understand if (READ: when) I start squealing like a school girl and singing along.
- Online media. Pandora, Slacker Radio, Hulu are all blocked here. AmazonMP3 doesn't allow downloading overseas.
- Burritos. I'm on the verge of smuggling a large Mexican family into the country just so they will make me carnitas super burritos at my bidding.
- In & Out Burger. No explanation needed.
- My new French roommates don't know what 'bifler' and 'gicler' mean. They don't seem to know any more useful French.
- No one to watch Glee with. There are plenty of people who watch Glee in Australia. Problem is, none of them would understand if (READ: when) I start squealing like a school girl and singing along.
Sydney by Water
So now that I've doomed myself by actually sharing my blog with you, my lovely audience, I should actually put some content on here. At least regularly enough so you keep coming back. And trust me, Google Analytics will tell me if you stop coming. Remember, I'm basing my self-worth on how many people continue to read my middling, juvenile attempts at a general interest blog. Do you really want me to retreat back into a livejournal?
A co-worker told me, soon after my arrival, Sydney really is a place you have to view from the water. Walking through it, driving around, even flying over it just doesn't do it justice. At first, I didn't really understand this sentiment, but as I've slowly made my way around the city, it's beginning to dawn on me, Sydney isn't a city built next to or around the water, it is a city built nearly on the harbour. Every nook and cranny is a small bay and environment unto itself, unique and beautiful in it's own way. Even this isn't quite enough for this city as housing and buildings are stretched ever further into the water via piers and struts constructed as far out as possible; it's as if Sydney-Siders would rather on top of the water rather than next to it.
At the center of this orchestration is the Harbour Bridge. A monument to industrial design and construction. It is quite unlike any bridge I've ever been used to. Most of the places I was familiar with growing up, bridges lead in and out of the city. Philadelphia is laid out this way. As is Manhattan. San Francisco particularly so. Pittsburgh is built at the intersection of three rivers, but the water and bridges serve to separate the neighborhoods instead of serving as their arteries and passageways. Transit across the water in Sydney is not a chore but a given, almost an adventure to be enjoyed; my manager takes a regular ferry from Manly to city center with regular 10-ft ocean swells known to wash away tourists and wet the feet of locals.
The bridge, a mass of steel and concrete doesn't so much connect North Sydney and South Sydney as much as staple them together, forcing them closer through brute strength. You get the impression the harbour may open up like the mouth of a crocodile if it weren't there.
One of the best ways to explore the jaws of this magnificent beast is to take a ferry. Regular ferries transport office workers from a multitude of points during rush hour to and from the commercial hubs in both North and South shore. Even better is to take a free ferry, like those offered during the Biennale of Sydney, a contemporary art festival being held now. I did this last Saturday, taking the ferry out to Cuckatoo Island (Sydney's Alcatraz and former shipyard) where they had converted some of the old buildings into art installations. Perhaps I'll have another update talking about this particular show, if and when I ever figure out what some of the art means. Here are some photos
A co-worker told me, soon after my arrival, Sydney really is a place you have to view from the water. Walking through it, driving around, even flying over it just doesn't do it justice. At first, I didn't really understand this sentiment, but as I've slowly made my way around the city, it's beginning to dawn on me, Sydney isn't a city built next to or around the water, it is a city built nearly on the harbour. Every nook and cranny is a small bay and environment unto itself, unique and beautiful in it's own way. Even this isn't quite enough for this city as housing and buildings are stretched ever further into the water via piers and struts constructed as far out as possible; it's as if Sydney-Siders would rather on top of the water rather than next to it.
At the center of this orchestration is the Harbour Bridge. A monument to industrial design and construction. It is quite unlike any bridge I've ever been used to. Most of the places I was familiar with growing up, bridges lead in and out of the city. Philadelphia is laid out this way. As is Manhattan. San Francisco particularly so. Pittsburgh is built at the intersection of three rivers, but the water and bridges serve to separate the neighborhoods instead of serving as their arteries and passageways. Transit across the water in Sydney is not a chore but a given, almost an adventure to be enjoyed; my manager takes a regular ferry from Manly to city center with regular 10-ft ocean swells known to wash away tourists and wet the feet of locals.
The bridge, a mass of steel and concrete doesn't so much connect North Sydney and South Sydney as much as staple them together, forcing them closer through brute strength. You get the impression the harbour may open up like the mouth of a crocodile if it weren't there.
One of the best ways to explore the jaws of this magnificent beast is to take a ferry. Regular ferries transport office workers from a multitude of points during rush hour to and from the commercial hubs in both North and South shore. Even better is to take a free ferry, like those offered during the Biennale of Sydney, a contemporary art festival being held now. I did this last Saturday, taking the ferry out to Cuckatoo Island (Sydney's Alcatraz and former shipyard) where they had converted some of the old buildings into art installations. Perhaps I'll have another update talking about this particular show, if and when I ever figure out what some of the art means. Here are some photos
Monday, June 28, 2010
In the Words of My Awesomely Inspirational Former Roommate...
...Decision Made #1: I am going to forgo the boxing for now as I continue the search for a suitable, traditionalist coach (that and the continued warnings of irreversible brain damage.) Instead, I will focus on my newest physical pursuits, swimming and becoming un-suck at Ultimate.
That is all.
That is all.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Revised Expectations
[UPDATE: I shouldn't type when I'm tipsy++, and according to my friend, "quite a hit amongst the girls at my work!...They are like omg ur friend was so good at K[araoke]! and that I must bring u again next time we go!". Who knew?]
Things I expected to do in Australia I have not yet done:
- Learn to surf.
- Box a kangaroo.
- Understand the rules of Aussie Rules Football.
Things I did not expect to do but have done in the 6 weeks I've been here:
- Go karaoking twice in one week.
Things I expected to do in Australia I have not yet done:
- Learn to surf.
- Box a kangaroo.
- Understand the rules of Aussie Rules Football.
Things I did not expect to do but have done in the 6 weeks I've been here:
- Go karaoking twice in one week.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Note to Self
After about a thousand blank stares from my house mates, I've finally figured out sarcasm does not translate well. Considering I live with a veritable model UN, I've lost both my usual avenues for trying to be funny.
The other being my award winning Little Tramp impersonation.
The other being my award winning Little Tramp impersonation.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Fuck you, WestPac [Update]
- Mailed check and deposit slip from Sydney, Australia on the morning of 18-June
- Check deposited in Phoenix, AZ, USA as of 21-June
- Funds available for withdraw from Charles Schwab as of 22-June
Fuck you, WestPac.
- Check deposited in Phoenix, AZ, USA as of 21-June
- Funds available for withdraw from Charles Schwab as of 22-June
Fuck you, WestPac.
Language Barrier
My grandmother is about 98% deaf.
And she lives in China.
Which makes having a conversation with her nearly impossible. Most of the time, she just talks and I make enough noise over the phone so she knows I'm listening. Because it's almost always harder to verbalized a negative as opposed to an affirmative, I usually just let her assumptions go without correcting them.
She found out from my parents that I had a month's worth of corporate housing after moving to Australia. She somehow misinterpreted this to mean I was only being given one month's salary. I spent the last 15 minutes, yelling at the top of my lungs, trying to convince her not to send her life savings over to me in Australia.
My housemates probably think I am some kind of Chinese Jack Bauer, demanding nuclear launch codes over phone from a cowardly, incompetent middling bureaucrat.
And she lives in China.
Which makes having a conversation with her nearly impossible. Most of the time, she just talks and I make enough noise over the phone so she knows I'm listening. Because it's almost always harder to verbalized a negative as opposed to an affirmative, I usually just let her assumptions go without correcting them.
She found out from my parents that I had a month's worth of corporate housing after moving to Australia. She somehow misinterpreted this to mean I was only being given one month's salary. I spent the last 15 minutes, yelling at the top of my lungs, trying to convince her not to send her life savings over to me in Australia.
My housemates probably think I am some kind of Chinese Jack Bauer, demanding nuclear launch codes over phone from a cowardly, incompetent middling bureaucrat.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Ultimate Frisbee: The Socialist Menace
If 'soccer' is socialist and inherently anti-American then Ultimate Frisbee, or "Ultimate" as it's brain-washed, body-unwashed disciples refer to it, is nothing short of the gravest threat to America since all those damn communists in the US Army and Hollyweird.
Having subjected myself to my first Ultimate Frisbee game this past week, I can safely say we should do everything in our power to keep our young people from being infected by this menace.
- What kind of 'sport' does not have officiating? Who are you supposed to pay off in order to ensure a proper result for wagering?
- What kind of 'sport' has it's participants constantly motivate and encourage not only their own players, but also those of the opposition? How are you supposed to ensure that new players who don't know what they are doing, or fatties who can't keep up are discouraged right away?
- What kind of 'sport' has a prayer circle at the end, where you espouse the merits of the team that you either just crushed or were humiliated by? Are we to encourage the belief there are more important things than winning?
If we are to ensure that America's next generation of corporate raiders and political power-mongers grow up with an appreciation for right and wrong, winning and losing, the strong and the weak, we must do everything in our power to keep 'Ultimate' from our shores. Let this wretched activity fester in this land of criminals and cast-offs; leave America free to pursue sports when men can be men and women can have Title IX.
If not, it could be our 'Ultimate' downfall.
Having subjected myself to my first Ultimate Frisbee game this past week, I can safely say we should do everything in our power to keep our young people from being infected by this menace.
- What kind of 'sport' does not have officiating? Who are you supposed to pay off in order to ensure a proper result for wagering?
- What kind of 'sport' has it's participants constantly motivate and encourage not only their own players, but also those of the opposition? How are you supposed to ensure that new players who don't know what they are doing, or fatties who can't keep up are discouraged right away?
- What kind of 'sport' has a prayer circle at the end, where you espouse the merits of the team that you either just crushed or were humiliated by? Are we to encourage the belief there are more important things than winning?
If we are to ensure that America's next generation of corporate raiders and political power-mongers grow up with an appreciation for right and wrong, winning and losing, the strong and the weak, we must do everything in our power to keep 'Ultimate' from our shores. Let this wretched activity fester in this land of criminals and cast-offs; leave America free to pursue sports when men can be men and women can have Title IX.
If not, it could be our 'Ultimate' downfall.
"Honky"
...is not a racial slur for white people. In Australia, apparently it refers to people from Hong Kong.
Imagine my surprise when my friend claimed an affinity for listening to "Honky Music" on the way to "Yum Cha", which apparently means "Dim Sum".
Imagine my surprise when my friend claimed an affinity for listening to "Honky Music" on the way to "Yum Cha", which apparently means "Dim Sum".
Spaghetti Marinara
This is my first attempt at making pasta sauce from scratch, stealing Carmina's recipe. It turned out quite well, despite me using a hand-held upright blender as opposed to a food processor. Although I'm beginning to notice the subtle differences in the produce selection between the US and here.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Fuck You, WestPac
Things you can do in less than 5 weeks:
- Ride by horseback to all 21 California Missions, San Diego to Sonoma
- Breed a new generation of rabbits
- Get abs like Olympic Gold Medalist Dana Torres
Things that cost less than $50:
- A nice meal
- Entourage: Season 6 Blu-Ray box set
- First level seats to see the two-time defending NL Champion Philadelphia Phillies
Things you cannot do for less than $50 and in fewer than 5 weeks: Deposit a foreign currency cheque into an Australian bank account. Yes. Five weeks. 35 days. Because apparently they need to mail the check to the US bank. Confirm it isn't fake. Collect the funds from the US bank. Then transfer it to my account. On top of that, charge me $50. Mind you, this is not some personal cheque, this is a corporate reimbursement check cut by Wells Fargo.
Because a phone call, email, web conference, mail, carrier pigeon, and smoke signals aren't good enough to conduct financial transactions. Not in this brand new future of 1978.
Instead, I decided to mail the cheque back to Charles Schwab. For $2.40. To be deposited in a week. Then I can withdraw the money with my fee-free ATM.
For those that know me well, this obviously incited a disproportionate reaction. I am now in the process of switching a bank account and credit cards I've only had for a month. This will not help the bassackwardness of the Australian banking system, but a la the Comcast episode, my righteous vengeance knows no limitation.
- Ride by horseback to all 21 California Missions, San Diego to Sonoma
- Breed a new generation of rabbits
- Get abs like Olympic Gold Medalist Dana Torres
Things that cost less than $50:
- A nice meal
- Entourage: Season 6 Blu-Ray box set
- First level seats to see the two-time defending NL Champion Philadelphia Phillies
Things you cannot do for less than $50 and in fewer than 5 weeks: Deposit a foreign currency cheque into an Australian bank account. Yes. Five weeks. 35 days. Because apparently they need to mail the check to the US bank. Confirm it isn't fake. Collect the funds from the US bank. Then transfer it to my account. On top of that, charge me $50. Mind you, this is not some personal cheque, this is a corporate reimbursement check cut by Wells Fargo.
Because a phone call, email, web conference, mail, carrier pigeon, and smoke signals aren't good enough to conduct financial transactions. Not in this brand new future of 1978.
Instead, I decided to mail the cheque back to Charles Schwab. For $2.40. To be deposited in a week. Then I can withdraw the money with my fee-free ATM.
For those that know me well, this obviously incited a disproportionate reaction. I am now in the process of switching a bank account and credit cards I've only had for a month. This will not help the bassackwardness of the Australian banking system, but a la the Comcast episode, my righteous vengeance knows no limitation.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Book Review: In a Sunburned Country
So I finished this book. It's actually the first book I've read in a while, so I was proud of myself.
That I can still read.
The book is only OK. Bryson annoys me at times trying to be too clever for his own good. His writing is like a petulant child, bounding up and down trying to make people like him. It reminds me too much of myself, which is probably why I despise him.
There's a bit where he attempts to describe Cricket but clearly gives up about 15 minutes into trying to understand and instead makes up a bunch of names and facts trying to sound funny. You can't have it both ways, Bryson. You can't on one hand condemn the stereotype of The Ignorant American Abroad but on the other play the fool, throwing up your hands at the first thing that's slightly too foreign for you to comprehend. On top of this, Cricket isn't even that hard to comprehend. Anyone with a passing understanding of baseball can begin to understand pretty much what is happening fairly quickly.
Not to say the book is all bad. It certainly was a good little diversion, and to some extent, it affected by perception of Australian life positively. I look forward to getting the chance to explore some of the areas he mentions. All in all, I'm glad I read it, but happy I finished.
Now let's see if I can read a real book.
That I can still read.
The book is only OK. Bryson annoys me at times trying to be too clever for his own good. His writing is like a petulant child, bounding up and down trying to make people like him. It reminds me too much of myself, which is probably why I despise him.
There's a bit where he attempts to describe Cricket but clearly gives up about 15 minutes into trying to understand and instead makes up a bunch of names and facts trying to sound funny. You can't have it both ways, Bryson. You can't on one hand condemn the stereotype of The Ignorant American Abroad but on the other play the fool, throwing up your hands at the first thing that's slightly too foreign for you to comprehend. On top of this, Cricket isn't even that hard to comprehend. Anyone with a passing understanding of baseball can begin to understand pretty much what is happening fairly quickly.
Not to say the book is all bad. It certainly was a good little diversion, and to some extent, it affected by perception of Australian life positively. I look forward to getting the chance to explore some of the areas he mentions. All in all, I'm glad I read it, but happy I finished.
Now let's see if I can read a real book.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Espresso Machine
I swear I will learn how to use the office's espresso machine even if it kills me.
Yes, add that to the list of things that can kill me.
Yes, add that to the list of things that can kill me.
Monday, June 14, 2010
OMGz!!1! An Asian Grocer!
My Polish house mate was making dumplings the other night. Not pierogies mind you, but boiled Chinese dumplings like my mom used to make. And cooking them in the traditional way. I found out he is not secretly adopted by an Asian mother, but instead knew of an Asian grocery about a block from our house. This is amazeballs. Tonight, I bought the following:
- 2 packs of frozen dumplings
- 2 packs of tempura seaweed snacks
- Shrimp crackers
All for about AU$10.
This is what I had for dinner tonight:
Again, amazeballs.
- 2 packs of frozen dumplings
- 2 packs of tempura seaweed snacks
- Shrimp crackers
All for about AU$10.
This is what I had for dinner tonight:
Again, amazeballs.
Re-Evaluating Goals
The local gym near my house is the Ian Thorpe Aquatic Center. Aptly named because Ian Thorpe is a great swimmer.
I am not. Not only am I not Ian Thorpe, I am not a great swimmer. I am not even a good swimmer, as I discovered today when I tried out the gym facilities for the first time. This has put a doubt into my mind as to whether I should attempt to learn how to surf, considering I would not like to drown.
I would hate to die whilst trying to swim back to shore, thus deprive the crocodiles, sharks, spiders, snakes, and dropbears a chance to kill me.
I am not. Not only am I not Ian Thorpe, I am not a great swimmer. I am not even a good swimmer, as I discovered today when I tried out the gym facilities for the first time. This has put a doubt into my mind as to whether I should attempt to learn how to surf, considering I would not like to drown.
I would hate to die whilst trying to swim back to shore, thus deprive the crocodiles, sharks, spiders, snakes, and dropbears a chance to kill me.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Feeling Like a Local
Now I am starting to feel like a local. For the second time since I arrived in Sydney, I was able to help a confounded tourist with directions.
A couple weeks ago, I was able to direct a family of four to Sussex Street and just today I pointed some tourists to the Australian National Art Galleries while jogging.
...It helped in the former case we were standing on Sussex St. and today, the galleries were 1000 feet up the road from where I had just jogged, but that's besides the point!
A couple weeks ago, I was able to direct a family of four to Sussex Street and just today I pointed some tourists to the Australian National Art Galleries while jogging.
...It helped in the former case we were standing on Sussex St. and today, the galleries were 1000 feet up the road from where I had just jogged, but that's besides the point!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Australia FTW!
I got into a bit of a fender bender back in March on I-280, in bumper-to-bumper conditions in the rain. Couldn't have been more than 5mph when I just didn't brake in time. There was no visible damage to my car, no visible damage to the other guy's car either. I took photos. Also the guy seemed fine when I talked to him and when I asked if he and everyone in his car was OK.
Look, it was my fault. I'm not debating that. I gave him all my insurance information, and was nothing but cooperative during the following claims investigation.
However, I later found out that the guy was asking my insurance company for an injury claim to both he and his passenger. My insurer was obviously going to investigate. I gave my side of the story, provided all the details, even gave them the photos I took.
This pissed me off a little bit. Take out a claim for damages, sure; like I said, it was my fault. But why take it to that extreme? How badly could you have been hurt? What could have happened during a very slow fender bender where there wasn't even any paint chipped off the bumper? Now, maybe you did jolt forward. Maybe even bruised a bit, but how bad was it if you were able to walk around the car, talk to me, and then tell me you were OK? Even if you were a bit sore afterwards, rub some dirt in it and walk it off.
But no. This guy had to sue me for a medical claim as well. This reeked of someone trying to take advantage of the situation. My insurance company agreed and denied any medical claim on the accident.
Today, they informed me that in order for the claiming party to follow up with their efforts, they would have to serve me the suit in person. Which will be hard.
Australia FTW!
PS: This WIN is balanced out by the fact I was almost killed twice this week having forgotten that cars stopped at an intersection can make a left turn against a red light. Like a right turn on red in CA. Only reversed. PWNED.
Look, it was my fault. I'm not debating that. I gave him all my insurance information, and was nothing but cooperative during the following claims investigation.
However, I later found out that the guy was asking my insurance company for an injury claim to both he and his passenger. My insurer was obviously going to investigate. I gave my side of the story, provided all the details, even gave them the photos I took.
This pissed me off a little bit. Take out a claim for damages, sure; like I said, it was my fault. But why take it to that extreme? How badly could you have been hurt? What could have happened during a very slow fender bender where there wasn't even any paint chipped off the bumper? Now, maybe you did jolt forward. Maybe even bruised a bit, but how bad was it if you were able to walk around the car, talk to me, and then tell me you were OK? Even if you were a bit sore afterwards, rub some dirt in it and walk it off.
But no. This guy had to sue me for a medical claim as well. This reeked of someone trying to take advantage of the situation. My insurance company agreed and denied any medical claim on the accident.
Today, they informed me that in order for the claiming party to follow up with their efforts, they would have to serve me the suit in person. Which will be hard.
Australia FTW!
PS: This WIN is balanced out by the fact I was almost killed twice this week having forgotten that cars stopped at an intersection can make a left turn against a red light. Like a right turn on red in CA. Only reversed. PWNED.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Making Eggs Is Hard
If I'm making hard-boiled eggs, should I keep the water boiling longer here in Australia?
You know, because it's only a metric boil.
(Shut it. This made me laugh.)
You know, because it's only a metric boil.
(Shut it. This made me laugh.)
Sunday, June 6, 2010
City Living
From the front door of my new apartment to sitting at my desk with brekkie: 20 minutes.
Mind you, this includes an unnecessary walk up 5 flights of stairs.
I'm gonna love this.
Mind you, this includes an unnecessary walk up 5 flights of stairs.
I'm gonna love this.
"Chuck a Sickie"
Continued cultural learnings:
- You go to "Uni", not college.
- You wait in a "queue".
- You ride a "lift"; "elevator" doesn't mean anything.
- It would be Mothers Against "Drink Driving" and "Calories per Serve" which feels like it shouldn't parse.
- UPDATE: I may have to "chuck a sickie" from work after the USA plays England at 4:30AM local time.
- You go to "Uni", not college.
- You wait in a "queue".
- You ride a "lift"; "elevator" doesn't mean anything.
- It would be Mothers Against "Drink Driving" and "Calories per Serve" which feels like it shouldn't parse.
- UPDATE: I may have to "chuck a sickie" from work after the USA plays England at 4:30AM local time.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Drunk Food
One thing I knew I would miss moving away from San Francisco was the 2AM Taqueria Cancun carnitas super burrito. One, because I've heard they do not have much Mexican food here in Sydney. Two because in my mind there's no better drunk food than a greasy mound of goodness all wrapped up for you in a tortilla and tin foil.
However, I have heard that Sydneysiders have their own favorite drunk food: kebabs. Specific döner kebab wrapped up in flat bread with lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and dressing and toasted. So, tonight on my way home from work, I decided to pick one up for dinner.
(Here would be a picture of that kebab I got tonight had I not inhaled it within 30 seconds.)
So, yeah. Gonna be eating a lot of kebabs here in Sydney.
However, I have heard that Sydneysiders have their own favorite drunk food: kebabs. Specific döner kebab wrapped up in flat bread with lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and dressing and toasted. So, tonight on my way home from work, I decided to pick one up for dinner.
(Here would be a picture of that kebab I got tonight had I not inhaled it within 30 seconds.)
So, yeah. Gonna be eating a lot of kebabs here in Sydney.
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