Thursday #15 – with DTM in town it looked possible that today would finally see a return of Thursdays with free movies but alas with timing it was not meant to be. Having been promised a dinner in Darling Harbour since August that had never eventuated, there was talk it might actually happen on this brief trip home. I was not holding my breath as despite it being paid for already DTM had come up with plenty of excuses (“it won’t be good on a Wednesday”, “I didn’t think you’d be up for it with tonsillitis”, “I couldn’t get through to book”) which all seemed to be code for the same thing – he had not in fact made a booking. I had almost fallen off my chair on Monday when he phoned and made a booking for Thursday lunch – he was finally coming through with my Darling Harbour meal!
He had some things to do in the morning (and I had some sleep to do) so we’d agreed to just meet there at 12, until DTM texted to say he was running late and could I just rock up solo? No problemo I thought and I sat there drinking water for almost half an hour before he showed. I wasn’t bothered as I was well aware of the family things he’d been doing that morning but The Waitress was not letting up; “we were wondering when you’d get here” and as he’d try to explain himself “don’t tell me I think it’s her you need to explain to”. I assured him he didn’t need to explain himself and we carried on with our lunch – stuffing ourselves so much on entrees and mains that we had to cancel dessert. We were quite disappointed in our efforts but insanely full at the same time.
After lunch it was off for a couple of games of $5 bowling. Having dazzled (ok maybe not so much dazzled as horrifically embarrassed myself) at bowling the first night I went out with DTM, I was shocked enough on Monday when he’d suggested more bowling. After scoring a dismal 39 in the first game I finally warmed up to 101 in game #5 but was confident my bowling performance that night had ensured I would not be asked back to the alley anytime soon. Wrong. I had hoped on Thursday I’d be more at the 101 stage rather than the 39 and for the first time, having had only 1 glass of wine with lunch, I would not be able to blame a poor bowl on intoxication. My scores sat somewhere between 39 and 101 and as the only people there we were able to enjoy perks such as “what songs would you like to hear?” and “can I get you any drinks?” We declined the opportunity to make playlist requests (why I do not know, I imagine with some Jessie’s Girl blasting I would’ve been hitting strike after strike) but took up the offer of some beverages delivered to our lane.
Bowling done it was time to attempt to walk off our lunch with a stroll along Darling Harbour and Barangaroo. We got our tourist on and posed for photos with the Harbour Bridge and DTM didn’t let the opportunity for an insult pass him by, telling me that my head was too big and it blocked out the bridge. Awww. We walked back where we came from and found the nearest bottle shop to buy supplies for our monorail party – as DTM will tell you “there aint no party like a monorail party” (though I think it loses some credibility when it is said multiple times before a monorail party has even been experienced). A bottle of Bacardi (to share), some raspberry fizzy stuff (me) and a can of energy drink (him) and we were ready for our monorail party.
Before getting on the monorail we had to drink ⅓ (or in his case more) of our drink to make room for the Bacardi. We then tipped the Bacardi in with the remaining drink and gagged/coughed our way through the first few sips – DTM looked on jealously with his can as I was able to shake my bottle and spread the alcohol around. Then it was time to hop on the monorail with an hour to kill and about 2 stops to travel. I got a seat after about 1 or 2 stops but DTM was standing for an entire loop and it was looking like perhaps the reason “there aint no party like a monorail party” is because a monorail party is not in fact that good. Eventually we both had seats and continued drinking our DIY Bacardi Breezers and marvelling at our genius and inexpensive party idea – in hindsight that rum must’ve been strong as going around a small loop above the city with sometimes up to 10 other people in the carriage really doesn’t sound like that much of a party.
With our drinks finished it was time to end the party and head to Redfern where we pretended to be sober to get into the bar and get our free drink ahead of our TV taping that night. The email telling us about the show we were in the audience for had said to expect the taping to run from 6-8.30 but that since it was a pilot they weren’t entirely sure of timing. They also couldn’t tell us what show we were watching. When we got into the studio we discovered The Chaser boys had a new show called The Unbelievable Truth in which a panel of 4 took turns telling ridiculous lies about a chosen topic while trying to sneak 4 unbelievable truths past the other 3. It was a good show and a lot of laughs were had but somehow the filming of 2 half hour episodes took close to 5 hours and it was almost 11pm before we got out which meant no free movies this Thursday.
A rather random but altogether very good Thursday, I have a suspicion next week will be less eventful following DTM’s return to Thailand on Sunday.
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