Sydney

Now I had gotten word from my parents that Steven had been delayed in travel and that he would be arriving after me in Sydney, luggage-less and without a shower for 9 days. They had sent me an old address for the friends we were to be visiting and i was crossing my fingers that it was correct. I had managed to plan out my entire bus route, but much to my surprise, our friend Dave was waiting for me at the airport. We make it to home base and i am greeted with shots of Akavate, home-brewed beer and good food. My kind of place! One hot shower later and i am feeling like a million bucks. Dave tops off a stellar lunch with an even better dinner and him, his Aussie lads and I head downtown for a Saturday night in Sydney.
Steven arrives early in the am. Dave and I are waiting anxiously at the airport - I have promised mom and dad that i will give extra hugs for all the time that has passed since any of us have seen him. After 2 hours of delayed flights, i see his blonde head appear through the crowd and i attack him. Big smiles for both of us :)
It's shit weather in Sydney but screw all that. We visit all the hot spots - Bonji beach, Coogee, Circular Quay, Sydney Harbor, the Opera House, ANZAC bridge, etc, etc. Time to get Steven good and drunk. It's the only right thing to do to someone that's been trapped on a base for months and months without any alcohol or women. A local pub and an OZ-NZ football game start the night off well, especially since we are in good company after and Aussie win. A couple hours after our pub crawl, we have a group of 10 in a basement pounding wine, jamming out with an array of musical instruments and some very not in unison signing. After much complaining, we've been told to take our drunken shenanigans elsewhere. And what better location than the ferry stop down on the harbor that's just had its last ferry run through.
Unfortunately, i can't put into words the ridiculous free-style lyrics or musical masterpieces that we were able to create - there's a video on my facebook for that - but i can tell you that the night ended with a good ol' Cummings foot-race challenge, Steven good and liquored up, passed out in a taxi cab, 2 boys throwing up their beer, wine, and kangaroo lasagna and an attempt to hop the fence and break into the house as result of keys that had gone missing.