2017 May 19 [Friday]
In vacation time, it’s Monday, May 8th, and amazingly enough, the Monday and Tuesday of this particular trip are intrinsically tied. Being as it is that I too am intrinsically tied to something, that thing being someone, that someone being an avid consumer of all things flicks, our Monday revolved around finding the only movie theater in the area that showed IMAX 3D movies. The movie in question?, why, Guardians of the Galaxy: Vol 2, of course! As enthusiasts of high-quality public transportation and, by this point, long-time holders of the opal card, the lifemate and I thoroughly studied the public transport system of Sydney to figure out the best route to the HOYTS Cinema that was showing the film in question, in the desired format. We had more than a few options but ultimately decided to get there via the quickest route possible, and then we would spend the rest of the afternoon walking home through Centennial Park toward Bondi Junction where we would shop for new running shoes in the nearest official retailer of Under Armour.
Sometime around 1200, we hopped on the 333 bus to Bondi Junction where we transferred to the 355 that dropped us off at the Lang Rd. Near Fox Studios stop at which point we would disembark and walk through the Entertainment Quarter to HOYTS Cinema. We easily found the place, bought tickets for the late-night (at 2130, Ha!) showing the following evening and then were told that the IMAX theater was in a different location, a few hundred meters from the cinema location in which we were currently standing. Also, the 3D glasses had to be purchased separately for $1 AUD a pop. We sauntered on up to the IMAX theater location, bought our glasses, and then got some lunch. The off season was in full swing during this early winter month of May down under, but luckily there were a number of eateries still providing food stuffs to the common man or woman, sorry. We opted for some sushi and perched upon a picnic table built for giants. It was awesome. The sun was bright; the day was young, and so, we got back on our little legs and walked through the entire north section of the Centennial Parklands. There’s no need at this point for me to rabble on nonsensically since the pics are up on my photography site.
A few blissfully lonesome hours passed as we trotted through the empty grasslands, happy, sun-kissed and cart-wheeled out. Once through the park, we made our way to Bondi Junction and Rebel Sport. We each picked a pair of new running shoes, tried them on and bought them within about thirty minutes. What can I say?; we know what we like. After another quick swing through the Wooly’s liquor store, we grabbed a snack in the form of a Vietnamese bao, my very first bao experience. Uh, if you’ve never had one, there’s nothing I can say here, but if you have had one, fucking amazing!, right?
The rest of Monday was spent being drunk and silly, and I don’t remember what else we did. This is why I’m supposed to journal more effectively! Ugh! I say this every time. Dammit! Oh well, more this-and-that and such-and-such, and we went to bed.
On Tuesday, I woke at the asscrack of dawn, and with the whole “Sydney’s on the east coast/the peoples here fucking rise early and crash early/you never regret getting up early and having a nice, long, day” monologue running through my mind, I rolled out of bed at 0600. By 1030 we were back on the 333 to Museum Station in the heart of downtown Sydney where we popped an early squat at Scruffy McMurphy’s for the Monday night airing (Stateside) of the Warriors v. Jazz Playoffs Game 4.
The game was less than intriguing, and by this point, this is some seriously old news, but no matter, the lifemate had a nice morning watching some basketball, and I enjoyed my Cesar salad. Jk, jk, I like to watch basketball, for the most part, and that most part being … uh … the players, duh. Anyway …
After the game, we hopped back on the bus and chugged some white wine in preparation for a mid-afternoon … nap. Yes, we took a … nap. That’s what we did. I don’t remember what we ate for dinner, but then, you guessed it, we hopped back on a bus to watch the flick! At the very late hour of 2000, the bus we rode to get there the first time no longer ran its route, so we took the 380 directly to a stop that got us close enough to walk the rest of the way.
We arrived with more than enough time to spare, and when we entered the theater, there were only two other people in the whole damn thing, and guess what, they were in our seats, amazing, no? It didn’t matter, of course, since, after seeing the theater, we opted for higher (better) seats, and in the end, there were only six of us total. By midnight we were exiting HOYTS Cinema to a completely silent, deserted wasteland. There was no one to be heard or seen during our kilometer walk back to the bus stop where we could catch the bus back to our Bondi apartment. Sometime around 0100, we were drunk again, laughing, and watching Friends safely in our home away from home. I’m not sure when we fell asleep, but I think we went to a gas station mini-mart and ended up with a Sara Lee frozen carrot cake and ice cream. I’m not entirely sure when we bought what, but I thought this was a good time to mention that we ate gas station food, at some point.
And with that, I think I shall be able to wrap it all up in Part IV, next time! Happy Friday.