saturday is rugby day in pretty much every countyry except the US, and rugby day, in the words of anthony, means its time to head to the rusty nail, get pissed and yell at people form new zealand (the match was AUS v NZL). now i dont know much about rugby, but all the information i needed was conveniently located in the many tuskers and vodka sodas that i sipped while watching, in utter confusion, as large scary men slammed into each other accompanied by the shouts, screams and occasional bottle toss from the crowd.
as the match ended and the crowd thinned, i found myself with about 14 other expats who were all friends of anthony's. i realized i had not paid for a single drink yet so as anthony left (i drove myself there) he said the easiest thing to do would be to buy a round for the group and then say my goodbyes.
three hours later....i now realize that the only way to escape a group of brits on the sauce is to say youre going to the bathroom and book it. they would now let me leave because i could provide no good reason for a departure other than that i had to stop drinking. to combat my arguments, they simply ordered rounds of toffee vodka shots (amazing). i finally stood up, with some deal of effort and informed the crowd i needed to use the bathroom. i was home in five. anthony assumed i was right behind and when i arrived at the house, i was quite the sight. he informed me that i needed to shower and then we were heading to meet his friend stew, the wine importer, for a few glasses before the night out....awesome
the night ended at an amazing italian restaurant outdoors with fire places and more wine to be shared by all....thats ok i thought, i can rest tomorrow
sunday. sunday is bbq day and no rest of the weary was in store. we headed down the road to a man named richard's house and i believe he could hear my head pounding throught my skull. 'you look like shit, mate' he said as he handed me the first of many tuskers. once again, i knew this would be a terrible day. the adults passed the time drinking and waiting for lunch to be served while the children ran wild. now here is where is really interesting; clothing is entirely optional, and is usually shed as the day goes on, and the drinking age is about
one and a half years old the half naked children scurried about the house, snagging the odd beer bottle and taking large sips until the parents finally laughed and said thats enough. this happened about 5 times per kid. the bbq went on until sundown, at which point all the adults were a bit sloppy and the children were all passed out on the trampoline. one parent remarked taht its the best way to get them to fall asleep early...
today has been busy, lots of errands to be run and now im off to go design new packing boxes with a carpenter and help him build them. while buying lumber at the hardware store a man tried to sell me his dairy cow, assuring me that she would produce milk for many years to come. i kindly replied that i was here only until october and he countered with the argument that i would surely need milk before october. i made no purchase however, im quite happy with milk cartons. golf is in store for the evening and knowing the men we are playing with, it could get very dangerous.
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