The end of February marked the arrival of exuberance, unruliness and mischief. I’m talking about none other than Miss Esther Flatters. All the way from London via an exotic Indonesian jungle trip she came to visit me down under and run the usual impulsive muck. Upon arrival to Sydney I met her at Il Baretto for a much overdue catch-up. We barely had time to catch our breath amongst the unstoppable chatter between us over dinner; what we’d been up to, what we were doing now and what the future held. Needless to say she had a plethora of entertaining stories to amuse me with from her exhaustive trip through Asia and was most pleased to hear that I’d be rejoining her in London in the summer. We spent the evening barhopping through Surry Hills; particularly at The Winery, Low 302 and Shady Pines.
The next day we went to Newtown (a.k.a Camden) for a thai lunch which inevitably could never surmount to the delicious and authentic meals she would have indulged in whilst in the land of Thai herself. What she wouldn’t have found whilst trekking through Thailand though, was a fully equipped circus society. We happened to stumble across one when we accidentally found ourselves at Sydney University orientation fair and I certainly couldn’t have prepared myself for what happened there. As soon as Esther set eyes upon some unicycles, juggling balls and multicoloured ribbons she ran off to join the circus so fast that I didn’t even notice her departure.
I was happy laying on the green grass underneath the glistening hot sun whilst Esther refined her circus skills. Some people are just born with it.
On Thursday night Kelly, Brennalisa, Auntie Gabz, Domenico and I headed over to Shady Pines to support our spine-chillingly talented friend Steve Smyth who was putting on a gig in there. As always he blew us all away with his astounding voice. It’s always a pleasure to watch Mr Smyth perform! True to form he was bare foot, had his face covered in bountiful hair and a mammoth smile from cheek to cheek.
After work on Friday Sophie, Rodney and I met Kara, Dean and Antonella at a random photography exhibition beind held at District 01 on Crown St. Funnily enough an old uni friend of my mine had his photographic work on display there. Not really my cup of tea this whole art thing but there was free champagne and canapés so I wasn’t complaining!!
Later on we met Esther at an Italian restaurant in Surry Hills for pizza and more cheap wine. We felt very much in our natural surroundings in this painfully ethnic, loud and family-run eatery. Esther in particular felt so comfortable that she decided to kick the pianist off the stage and took helm of the microphone to serenade us with some of her self-penned songs. It was the first and probably the last time someone would dedicate a song to me in a public space! Thanks Esther ♥
Once we’d stuffed our faces and successfully made the staff loathe us for taking control of the entertainment facilities, Esther and I headed over to Flinders. I thought we’d just have some quiet drinks and call it a night. I should have known better, it’s Esther we’re talking about after all! I let her out of my sight for not even 30secs and when I turned around she was chatting up some geeky bankers at the bar who were lining up double vodka cranberries and shots on the bar. That saucy temptress haha! And so the whirlwind began…
A barful of drinks later, the next thing I remember is jumping vigorously on the couches with my untamed hair flying all over the joint, dancing with a bearded boy that looked and moved like Jamiroquai and befriending some crazy New Zealanders, one of which I tried to steal his afro?
The highlight of the night however, was undoubtedly the part when I was sitting lonesomly on a couch and in the corner of my eye noticed a mysterious, thin figure to my right who was staring at me with a look of deep concentration and scribbling vehemently in his notepad. First of all who carries a sketchpad and pen in a bar? Anyways, I kindly asked him what the fuck he was doing. He handed over the sketchpad and there it was; a haunting portrait of myself that he’d penned in no more than 20 seconds.
I was simultaneously frightened and flattered. Amused by his eccentricity I asked him to sketch a guy walking past with a black hat. He fervently flicked through the pages and low and behold he’d already drawn him! Same as the blonde girl I suggested he sketch AND the bartender with a nose piercing. He was on fiiiiire! He’d successfully identified and drawn each and every patron of the bar. Was he an undercover cop or something I thought to myself?!!?!? Bizarre little bar this was.
Waking up sweating like a rapist, Saturday morning demanded that we head to the beach to cool down so I rounded up Esther, her sister Naomi and Sophie to spend the day at North Bondi. Funnily enough we bumped into Marie, Vanessa and friends so located our towels next to theirs.
That night I thought I’d show Esther how we Inner Westerners party in the burbs and took her to Nick’s 21st birthday party in Earlwood. The pressure was on him now with an international guest! Pressure was also on me to find her an outfit to wear for it was a ‘Through The Ages’ theme. I already had my costume mentally prepared for weeks; a 60s hippie! Finally my chance to metamorphosis into my dream persona. Luckily with Esther’s immaculate make-up and hair skills and my random possession of a feather boa, we were able to transform her into a 50s burlesque dancer in no time!
Sophie the 70s groupie, Dom my male hippie counterpart and Jarryd the Cheech & Chong replica came to my house for some pre-drinks before we made our way to the party in a cab which took its sweet arse time to arrive.
With all the typical drama that ensued that evening, I was glad Esther came out of it ranting about the amazing greek cuisine that was on offer. Phew! Mission successful, she had a good evening.
On Sunday morning I farewelled my dear friend, whom I’d had an absolute blast with as per usual ( ♥ you to bits girlie!!!), and prepared myself for the days next adventure; SOUNDWAVE FESTIVAL! From 60s hippie to goth metal rocker, it wasn’t the easiest of tasks to transform my mindframe and dress sense in such a short space of time. But Kara and I had one hell of a day regardless! Iron Maiden, Queens Of The Stone Age, One Day As A Lion and Slash – how could we not!?