My trip into the city last night was just as eventful as I had hoped it would be.
Being valentines day, the harbour was packed, and the first thing I saw when I got off the train was the station floor covered in rose petals. I'm not sure if somebody had dropped their bouquet there, or if there had been a proposal. I really hope that it was the first option, because otherwise it would have to have been the least romantic proposal in history.
I have always loved people watching, and here in the city, there are so many to watch! My friends had missed the train we were catching, and so while I waited for them a Circular Quay, I amused myself by just looking and listening. The first sight wasn't quite so pleasant, as it was a couple making out against the ticket machine I was standing next to. They didn't even care that people were waiting to use the machine, they were just going for it. I was hoping that I could make them feel awkward by staring at them, maybe causing them to stop, but they didn't even notice. I then tried obviously not looking, but nothing I did had any impact. They finally left, but not before I was a little sick in my mouth.
Next, there was a couple walking by, and the guy was carrying quite a large bunch of roses. Either he has a very unconventional and thoughtful girlfriend, or she's both ungrateful and lazy. "Thanks babe, they're beautiful! Carry them for me will you?"
One girl had gone the extra mile to look special for her date, wearing a beautiful blue dress and hair piece, finished off with chunky yellow foam thongs.
Despite these very love orientated observations, my favourite would have to be the completely valentines unrelated and over the top conversation snippet I heard from a middle aged bald man in a tailored suit with trendy shoes and sunglasses. He passed just in front of me, gesticulating wildly, and practically yelled; "she was saying she looks like Lady Gaga, and I freaked out!!"
After these colourful happenings, we walked along the harbour, and I spent the night with one of the great loves of my life; food. Namely dessert. It was all I could do not to walk out of the Guylian restaurant having bought one of everything in their pastry case. I didn't even let myself buy a macaron. Let that sink in.
Today has also happened to be extremely eventful. I headed into the city early to take a six hour responsible gambling course in the hope of getting work, and found myself walking past the Sunrise studio at channel 7, and then on an amazing street of shops that I checked during my breaks.
While I ate lunch at McDonalds, a young guy walked through the door, all by himself and danced his way up to the counter, and there was a guy standing in the same spot all day mumbling, and yelling at random strangers "you are what's wrong with society!"
My most amusing encounter however, happened on the way home. For the first time ever, I was asked for/gave somebody my number. As I window shopped on my way back to the station, I was stopped by a guy grabbing my arm. He said he had noticed me walking past and wanted to tell me he thought I was pretty, and then proceeded to grab my hand and slow dance with me in the middle of the street. His name was Rob, and he was completely crazy. Thank you Rob for being so awesome.
Little Duck, out
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