The song that I stole the blog title from may be about recovering from a big night out but on this Sunday we were up early to help clear up a 50ft tree that had come down in my sisters front yard. Too much competition for the chain saw, so I did my small part and headed out for some exploring with Kelly.
Stop one: Warringah Mall to get the heel on Kelly's shoe fixed. Noteworthy only because we asked a shop lady from a shoe shop were we could find a shoe repairer in the mall - she went off, a 10 minute profanity ladden tirade on why we should not use the repairer in this mall - it was great. Shoe shopping, it's the new construction site - I'm saving up my dirty jokes and begging Kelly to let me go with her next time. Who would have thought!
On to the adventure of the day. We headed across the city and slightly west to a region of Sydney know as the "inner west" and specifically to King St, Newtown. King St. is a like the Freemont Fair 365 days a year, plenty of funky, some bizzarro and some I don't want to know about. In the first ten minutes that we were there we made our way through a throng of elderly women clad in black and men with serious B.O. issues coming out of a Greek Orthodox service, we were seated curbside for brunch next to a tranny and a couple of lesbians and watched five people ride by in full body paint and not much else (and there wasn't even a parade on). The food at brunch was great, the people watching even better. We hit the stores for a couple of hours, but left without buying anything - a successful day of shopping I'd say.
Great weather so one last stop before heading home. We are working out way south on the beach visits, today was the turn of Freshwater Beach (Freshie). It's a short beach so we took a short walk.
Kelly has decided the bacon is better in Australia so she doubled down on bacon meals today - she's becoming more Australian by the minute.
We live in a land down under where woman glow and men plunder! All the best,
- Mark
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