thief of time

Thursday, May 20, 2004

Night on the Town

I had an exciting trip out to the city last night. Well, maybe not exciting, but certainly mildly interesting.

I was reading a blog a few weeks ago by someone who lives in Sydney and who was enjoying the night life and clubs, etc. and was planning to head out for a bit of fun, and I thought, “Oh yeah. There is that other part of Sydney”. I guess you have to be young and free to experience much of the stuff that makes life wildly interesting.

It made me feel a bit jealous for a minute and then I thought, “Don’t be silly. You never cared for that when you were younger and you sure couldn’t stand the pace now”. I certainly don’t need to go into midlife crisis about something that I’ve never been particularly stuck on in the first place.

Anyways, I had to go into the Rocks to take part in a market survey and found it quite different to be in a tourist area at dusk in the autumn--a bit dreary, to tell the truth. I don’t know whether things heat up a bit later in the evening, but it certainly wasn’t a good advertisement for the area at that time of the day. Not that the Rocks is probably the place to be for a lot of excitement, though there were a few eating places and the odd pub that must see a bit of action or they certainly wouldn’t be there, as it must be an expensive place to own or rent.

We got off the train at Circular Quay and were greeted by a group of Aboriginals playing traditional music in traditional garb. Boy, better them than me. I’m not that tough out near the water, in the evening, in the autumn. Brr.

We walked by someone who was (I think) being a statue. I think I saw him move one finger, but we didn’t linger. Looks like a very boring way to make a few bucks. Maybe he should have looked into playing the digeridoo. At least then he would have had something to occupy him that’s culturally significant to the country. But then I’m one of those people that says “I don’t know anything about art, but I know what I like”, so I’m afraid I don’t know what I’m talking about at all.

We also went by someone all in silver with a sword who was at least having a bit of fun by having his picture taken by a couple of tourists. If he was supposed to be a statue, he’d obviously given up on it and was even smiling. I hope he made a bit of money.

We were a bit early, so went into a café and ordered a coffee and a chocolate something or other. It wasn’t much bigger than a rather fat finger, though I do have to admit to having long fingers and it was imported from Belgium the lady said, as my husband picked me up off the floor where I dropped in surprise at finding out it was nearly six dollars.

We were having a wild fling, so bought it, but only one to share (the fling wasn't that wild) and it definitely wasn’t worth the price, no matter how imported it was. I have to confess to being a home baker in my previous life as a real mum (instead of this rather pale imitation I do, now that I’m working a bit too much), so I’m afraid my standards are a little high. The coffee was very nice though.

My husband then abandoned me to my discussion group and we joined up again later and made for home. He’d enjoyed wandering about and having a look at things he hadn’t seen for a good long time. Poor fellow. That’s married life for you, I guess.

As we headed back to the station, things looked a bit more lively since it had become evening proper, but it still wasn't really hopping. Still and all, it was the middle of the week and hopefully for our tourist industry, things are a bit better come Friday.

We decided not to contribute any more to the economy ourselves that night. I was still trying to recover from my $5.80 confectionary. Imported. Bah. Humbug. Take me back to the suburbs where my mars bars only cost about $1.40 (less, if they’re on sale!)

Of course, if I was really energetic I would get busy and bake. I will. Soon.


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