Another late morning start, and this time I ABHOR the sliced wonder breads. The cute Polish bar/attendee girl only makes this part of the day slightly more manageable. Chris agrees. I stick to my instant oat meal that I brought with me. It’s only slightly better. Their supposed boiling hot water is tepid at best. I am now eating half cooked half mush instant oat meal.
Too early to feel defeated, and to wash down the half digested uncooked oatmeal, I did what every other Aussie does, start drinking to ring in the new year at 10 in the morning (it’s gotta be new year somewhere else right?). Chris is right there with me. He’s a trooper… for now.
A few hours later, Chris is suffering from God knows what he ate last night. I’m suffering from the early morning drinks… and the empty stomach. I still don’t have pain meds, so my headache keeps me company.
Luckily, I feel better towards the evening, Chris feels the same. This just might be a good awesome night after all.
It’s early evening now, and we’re chilling with the new Italian friends (Laura and Roberto) Chris has made. We never make it out Belushi’s for most of the night (until right before midnight for the street party). As every hour that passes by, the place gets more and more packed.
21:00: People are rowdy, I can barely hear my new Italian friends from all the noise. Rain and gale force winds starts pelting down pedestrians outside. This makes the pub even more packed to the brim. I even almost get into the middle of a brawl between a drunk Scot and security. Not good, plus I’m hungry.
23:00: The gale force winds are now using beer bottles as projectiles and umbrellas as eye hazard accessories. No street party what…so…ever. The streets are empty and police are blocking off the roads. Time for plan B.
Our Italian friends invite us to some club. I’m down for anything at this point, so we hop into a cab. Cargo, that was our destination.
Unfortunately, we arrive at the place, and we get stopped by the bouncers. He asks everyone to take off their coats/jackets in this freezing rain. That includes me I suppose. Everyone’s wearing decent/trendy clothes. Somehow, the Italians phenagle and we ALL get in… and for free (from the $112 cover charge)!!! Life is sweet after all.
The countdown came and we conquered, I downed as many G&T’s as I could get my hands on, and had a bloody time. Happy New Year everyone!