Bono Sighting/High Five-ing

A brief synopsis of the past 2 weeks:

Last weekend James and I headed for Sydney for his cousin's wedding. The reception was held in front of the Sydney Opera House, right on the harbor. It was beautiful. Free flowing champagne and a very fancy meal indicated that it would be a lovely night. The reception let out around 2am, and most of the cousins were primed and ready to go. We ended up at Hemisphere, a lovely night club where the cousins contented themselves with bottles and bottles of expensive champagne, while I found myself quite happy to sip on my $5 coke. Eventually, however, we got the boot from our nice, cozy little outdoor balcony alcove in lieu of a spongy/fancy sitting area. Our previously held alcove was closed up and, I learned from one of the late-coming cousins, held for Bono (who she passed on the way up). Actually, first she noticed one of his purple-adorned groupies and made fun of the 'strumpet' and then noticed who followed her up. Up where we were, several hours and many bottles of champagne later, Andrew, one of the rather tall, rather large, and rather boisterous cousins, made a drunken attempt to high-five Bono. He was soundly tackled by security. Unfortunately, I missed the attempt because it was 5 am, I was bloody tired, and had left a half hour beforehand. I will never make THAT mistake again! Any tackling story deserves as many witnesses as possible.

The following day the guests went to a 'recovery party' which is a fine Australian tradition that basically embraces the 'hair of the dog' attitude. Platters of good food and 'beverages' began to circulate at around 11am. An impressive attendance rate, I must say, considering the night before. Anyway, we visited all afternoon and caught the flight to Melbourne around 5pm, and then drove to Mt. Gambier the rest of the way. All in all, a rewarding weekend!

During the week I started work at Angus and Robertson, which is their version of Mcnally. So far so good, but I'd be happier with more hours. The way it stands though, it's a good temporary job.

Which, of course, brings us to this weekend just past. I worked Saturday and then we rented The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which I whole-heartedly recommend to any and all tv-watchers. Then on Sunday I went with James and Kerry (James' co-worker) to the Coonawara wine region for some wine touring (yay!) I ended up with a bottle of port, a jar of Merlot Jelly (fancy grape jam), and a bit of a buzz. All in all, another good weekend. The weather, in 3 days, went from frigid to HOT. It is now the Australia that I remember, though I suspect we'll still have some cold nights before the summer heat is here to stay. And with that, my dear reader, I will leave you until my next entry.