Dash, meet the Hills

So, I just deleted what I was initially going to say. I will pick up where I left off - making a new friend. What a brief friendship. She left two days later. I guess that is what happens when you stay in a hostel. Not to worry though. I enjoy not talking.

One friend gone, and a few more made. Well, atleast I think so. I went out with my new colleagues out in The Hills. Miss T & I went together, got some dinner and drank Moscato and Rose [from the bottle - so classy] in a carpark. We drank hard and fast and took bottles with us on the walk to the bar. Working my way down the cocktail list, around a stripper pole & on the dance floor. I can honestly say - I have not had so much fun in a long time. Didn't take long before I was tired and ready for bed. Knowing I had to work in the morning sobered me up. Miss T & I grabbed a pizza, or two. Sat in the middle of the Mall until security informed us that they had closed. So we left, slept & worked.
After work, I still had some energy and decided to cook some pasta and pesto. Cooked served. Then realised - I don't own cutlery! Back to the kitchen - found some tongs, and managed to eat.
Last night I was feeling tired and old. Not hungover, just no energy. It was a night to celebrate Earth Hour. So I made my way down to the harbor and listened to an Aboriginal elder speak about the land, being brothers and everyone, and thing being connected. I was feeling it. The hour came, and all the lights went out, silnce fell over the warf - but magic happened. Someone began to cheer, a band began to play, and hoola hoop performers twirlled. Two guys passing through started to break dance and freestyle funk. The hour came and went so quickly. I decided to go to bed, feeling happy and satisfied.
Today is Sunday - what adventure awaits me...
-Dash xoxo