Brian and I in Darling Harbor, after eating a proper British Christmas dinner courtesy our friend Wil McIntyre
Well the last week of 2007 was quite memorable, if for no other reason than we finally moved into our new place in Surry Hills. Christmas was amazing with such great dishes such as goose, yorkshire pudding and mince pies to name a few. Our good friend Wil McIntyre and his family (thanks Mrs. Mac!) cooked up some traditional English holiday dinner. I will post the video of us lighting the brandy on the cake as soon as I can get it on youtube. Brian and I were embarrassingly late to the table however, after an alarm clock mishap following his working the night shift during the holidays. But by the time we showed up, the guests and hosts welcomed us with open arms and poured on the bubbly. People can be so forgiving during this time of year! (Especially when they're drunk)
Sydney Harbor on NYE, as we boarded the yacht Brian and I were to bartend for that evening.
Speaking of drunks, we spent New Year's Eve serving about a dozen of them from France, Australia and Dubai on a 75 foot yacht cruising Sydney Harbor. Among one of the few job prospects that I landed during the holidays was this cruise on the Bay for the friends of a fellow who advertised a need for a bartender on craigslist. As luck would have it, he was looking for a gay male to serve his party and he agreed to let Brian and I do it together so we could ring in 2008 under the best fireworks show on the planet (insert youtube video here). This was really the easiest way I ever made hella money on NYE, and we even were able to get our outfits for cheap that day. One funny detail is that Brian bought his tank top at this store and I thought he was unaware that it was a woman's cut. I chuckled to myself as he complained through the night of feeling like "a ballerina". But as it turns out he didn't care, and as you can see it looked fabu on him anyway. Here we are at Central Station, blocks from our house, hurrying to get to our pick up spot: Double Bay.
The craigslist ad asked for gay bartenders, our client who is from Dubai specified black tank tops.
The day before NYE was spent sunning on one of Sydney's infamous northern beaches, Obelisk Beach. It took some time to get there and proved an interesting nature hike at that but it was well worth the effort. Unfortunately I wasn't so good at spreading the sunblock on Brian's back and he had a strip of red across his lower back right above the speedo line.
Bri and Shawn tryin to get invited on one of the yachts at Obelisk beach.
The path which finally leads the curious one to the actual destination of Obelisk Beach, in North Sydney.

