I had my first ever blog-meets-reality experience last night.

What does that mean?

Just that I met a fellow blogger for a drink and chat. Or at least it would have been a talk, if it weren’t for the fact I managed to track down the worst bands playing in Sydney on Saturday night, and parked us in front of them. My voice today sounds like a 14 year old boy’s, permanently caught in that ‘break’ moment. Due to trying to talking over the bands. Not at all good.

But the night was. There was beer, beer, water (for wooses like me) and more beer. And laughter. And piss-taking of aforementioned bands. And more beer.

Thanks for a fun night Dirk. Looking forward to reading the roadtrip stories when you get home. So get them fingers a-writing. Soon!