Wow was friday good. Instructed to get Jase nice and tosted, carried out my orders matching him till I was gone enough not to be sure how I was goin. The tastiest roast beef roll in ages was devoured at Harold Park, and the trots seemed fun but not worth betting on. Unlike Blackjack at Star City. only on the table for five minutes, and walking away with what I put down, but still exciting.
unfortunately, that meant I was slightly hungover at the Chinese Restaurant the following night, wishing it was Thai so I could get a grilled octopus salad, or something with fish and lemon that wasn't greasy. Three beers didn't agree with me, and losing $5 at the TAB didn't either. CCLC has only got bad vibes for me, and I'm still confident more fun is to be had in the city than on the coast.
Then again, the Coast sure beats Mt. Druitt. 2.5 hrs at the reject shop in the westfield was longer than I wanted to be there... it really is a different world. Golden brown, dried out in a way the Coast can't be, and Centennial Park'll be Green for a long time yet. Out of My Comfort Zone. gotta get further than Plumpton if it's gonna be a life experience. Pretty set on The States Now.
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