Aaaaaaaaaah, Saturday! I woke up late for once having had a surprisingly late night. Got out of bed and kinda lounged. Unlike Friday, it was a beautiful day outside. People were out walking, playing volley ball on the beach, etc. I took some time to relax with my book with such a nice day, knowing that tonight would be more hectic. So I read into the afternoon. With a few breaks to enjoy the weather.
Later on, the twins, Jason (Ryan's roomie), and myself headed to the beach to throw around a football. The sand was deep but it was fun. Only downer was at the veeery end when Ryan was thrown a pass, sprinted to get it and forgot about the small stone wall about 6in high. Whoops! He says it's not broken, but just hurts like a mofo.
We rounded up people to go to dinner round 6:15 and headed to the Chili Box (my second time visiting it)....reeeeeally good Thai food. All the others like Aliza and the twins and a few other new acquaintances hadn't been. We ate good food and then headed to the nearest sports bar.
And then there was the game. Tonight was the Rugby game between the Austalian Wallabys and the New Zealand All Blacks...an intense rivalry. The All Blacks are rediculously good and apparently have won many years in a row. Their team is rediculous and their pre-game ritual, the Hakka (sp?), is kinda intense and frightening. Their thighs rival those of Titan from American Gladitators. A couple of people including flatmate (we're working in those Aussie terms) James acutally scored tickets at lower prices than what we saw when we looked to go. We saw $120+, they got $77...not bad at all. So I was kinda jealous, but we watched it all from the Sports Bar. We got there and grabbed a few beers and the game got on. Ryan and I decided to shoot some pool on what we thought was an open table, but apparently was still being used by some Aussies, so we played them. They essentially hustled us, it was almost a clean sweep. However we played them again and though some sort of act of God, we won. The game was good, the crowd would errupt everytime Australia scored. And in a strange turn of events...Australia Won!! Now, typical intense rivalry operating proceedure dictates riots in the streets, but there we none. There was some shouting at the end of the game, but no erruption of happiness. To us Americans, it was kinda suprising. Guess they really are just more laid back down here.
We stuck around for a little while and bounced around some other pubs before heading back to bed. It was a good night and the rest of it was spent meeting new people and getting to know other friends better.
Later on, the twins, Jason (Ryan's roomie), and myself headed to the beach to throw around a football. The sand was deep but it was fun. Only downer was at the veeery end when Ryan was thrown a pass, sprinted to get it and forgot about the small stone wall about 6in high. Whoops! He says it's not broken, but just hurts like a mofo.
We rounded up people to go to dinner round 6:15 and headed to the Chili Box (my second time visiting it)....reeeeeally good Thai food. All the others like Aliza and the twins and a few other new acquaintances hadn't been. We ate good food and then headed to the nearest sports bar.
And then there was the game. Tonight was the Rugby game between the Austalian Wallabys and the New Zealand All Blacks...an intense rivalry. The All Blacks are rediculously good and apparently have won many years in a row. Their team is rediculous and their pre-game ritual, the Hakka (sp?), is kinda intense and frightening. Their thighs rival those of Titan from American Gladitators. A couple of people including flatmate (we're working in those Aussie terms) James acutally scored tickets at lower prices than what we saw when we looked to go. We saw $120+, they got $77...not bad at all. So I was kinda jealous, but we watched it all from the Sports Bar. We got there and grabbed a few beers and the game got on. Ryan and I decided to shoot some pool on what we thought was an open table, but apparently was still being used by some Aussies, so we played them. They essentially hustled us, it was almost a clean sweep. However we played them again and though some sort of act of God, we won. The game was good, the crowd would errupt everytime Australia scored. And in a strange turn of events...Australia Won!! Now, typical intense rivalry operating proceedure dictates riots in the streets, but there we none. There was some shouting at the end of the game, but no erruption of happiness. To us Americans, it was kinda suprising. Guess they really are just more laid back down here.
We stuck around for a little while and bounced around some other pubs before heading back to bed. It was a good night and the rest of it was spent meeting new people and getting to know other friends better.
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