As Mardigras is on tonight, the city was filled with interesting people all day, getting ready, and just having a good time. One of my first experiences for the day was a collection of ANZ "GAYTM's." If you haven't had the privilege of seeing one of these, you are missing out. My personal favourite was covered in bedazzled Unicorns.
I then encountered a vending machine which sold appliance chargers and nothing else. This discovery made me feel far less positive about humanity than the unicorn covered ATM. Who needs to charge their phone so desperately that they would search out one of those? And if you're in the shopping centre, where do you then find a power point? At least we don't sell bottled air yet. China can keep that one.
I did however, find a shop that still sold waterproof, disposable film cameras, and this made me very, very happy. They also sold beautiful cards and really weird humorous gifts, so it was the perfect place for me to explore. It was here that found a mug both inspirational, and extremely demotivating at the same time.
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I took another bar course, this one on making and pouring drinks, which is kind of a must for someone who knows nothing about alcohol, ie, me. Halfway through our beer pouring training (apparently it's an extremely important customer service skill to be able to put the right amount of head on a beer) the keg needed changing, and the gas inside made the residue spray all over the class, so we got to smell like alcoholics for the rest of the day. This wasn't so bad while we were training, but I didn't enjoy it so much while shopping and catching the train.
I discovered a Dymocks with a café on the top floor, which officially makes it the most amazing bookshop I have ever visited. I was also a giant fan of this book cover:
If you can't quite read it, the smaller print asks "how did the Romans transport water?" The kid answered "via Ducks," and drew that picture. Now apparently that got him an F in school, whereas it makes me award him an A++++++ in life.
On the way home, I discovered that not all graffiti is malicious and harmful, and that "yo mama" jokes, can even be heart warming.
Thank you Sydney trains for helping me to realise this.
Xx, Little Duck
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