Sunset Homestead Stroll

Broken Hill gardens are chockas with roses. Not just any roses- big, fat, fragrant roses in full bloom. Who knew? So many succulents in all the gardens too. Must find out if succulents and roses are good companion plants. They do suit each other so.

This is my favourite median strip on Cummins Schtreet (you gotta say "schtreet" and "schtudent" - it's local parlance.)

Having a quiet night of filing and leftovers tonight. It was a rather large satdy night on the Town last night. Mexican Cook Up at the Casa del Speechies for a mob of OT & med schtudents. The OTs (ave. age 19) attempted to instigate post-dinner drinking games that seemed to revolve around yelling numbers, phrases like "Big Booty" and names of vegetables. Moving on. Then a maxi-taxi to the Muso's Club for First Saturday o' the Month Karaoke. Amazing function venue. Big stage, mic stands. Tiny screen. A lot of Adele. A lot of songs from The Commitments. Some emo talent in the room. One of our Med boys has an impressive voice and belted out Braithwaite, "Wild Horses." For those that need to ask, of course I sang. Tina Turner, "What's love got to do with it." Seemed apt for a Mad Max loving town. Managed to avoid shredding my vocal folds too much by incorporating a lot of spoken word into the song. The bouffant hostess said I had "personality." It was getting on in the night. Looking pretty ruff by that stage.

I do remember joining most of the venue/town on the dance floor at the end of the night for a rousing Mambo Number 5.

Ahhhh Bega.

No, Vega, but still.

Then on to the infamous end-of-the-night venue, "The Night Train". Actually reminded me a lot of The Cambridge in Newie or The Old Bar (??) in Hornsby. Highlights - Doing "the Broken Robot" with my housie (see Sonik for a demo this move). Doin' "the drop" with my housie (see any Missy Elliot music video for a demo of this move). Doin' the body wave with my housie (Mel Rat for this one). Okay, so all the highlights revolved around dusting off some ancient League dance moves with my housie. Nothing like a pair of fresh eyes, and fresh limbs. It was 3am, we were surrounded by lasers and low-lying fog.

Woke up this morning with a bruised palm. Couldn't think why.