New New Flat Flat Flat

Oh, on the flat front, I got the one with the brother and sister (Chris and Amanda). God, I've moved four times in the roughly eighteen months I've been living here. If you've just read the post below about my exploits in Gold Coast, know that I landed back in Sydney, taxied to my old flat (the taxi to the airport cost more, and took longer, than the flight to Gold Coast, incidentally), packed all my shit in the back of my car and drove to my new place in Balgowlah where it took all of about fifteen minutes to get my stuff set up. That night I had some quiets with my flatmates and two of their friends.

Saturday was a different story. I lazed around all day, and eventually cracked out some bourbons with Chris. Later on, Amanda called and said we should go meet her and some friends in Manly which was a great idea. We went to the Steyne, which was packed and going off with live music. Got pretty trashed in the garden bar then staggered to the night club upstairs and danced for an indeterminate amount of time. Once we were totally maggot, me and Chris exited gracefully then grabbed a kebab from across the road then started to walk. In hindsight it's quite a long way home from Manly, and it's uphill the whole way. Thankfully Amanda called to say she was in a taxi and picked us up on the way. Once we got home we chatted and drank and Amanda basically passed out. A sweet first night out with the flatties.