did we go to the pub?

yoooooooooooooooooo

the blue mountains were a spectacular sight to see indeed. we even made friends with our roommate, as i said earlier. well our second night at the far from lovely katoomba mountain lodge we were eating dinner when our friend came busting into the dining room, several beers deep, and told us that he had come specifically to take us out to the pub with him. ok i suppose we can handle that. after a couple drinks in front of the fire and being yelled at by the proprietors small daughter we braved the cold night. we arrived at the pub to only find like four people there. one of whom apparently knew our friend, whose name turned out to be angus. first thought upon learning that tidbit- burger. flame broiled angus burgers from burger king (which is called hungry jack's here) to be exact. we promptly moved to the pool table after brief introductions. the fellow who knew angus is named adrian, and kit and i are reasonably certain that he is homeless. he was wearing a flannel shirt, perriwinkle addidas track pants and some strange kicks. he also insisted on calling me mistah C and that i call him mister tiger. hes a bengals fan you see, so he was very sure that they would win the superbowl. even I, with my limited football knowledge, knew that it just wasnt going to happen. sorry mister tiger. you shall be disappointed.

after kicking tigers ass in pool we moved into the piano lounge. this really was just a restaurant part of the bar with a piano in it. the piano was occupied by a "bird" in a wig lookin thing that was more scary than endearing. she was playing for an american with dyed red hair who was deeply moved by the mediocre showtunes tinkling away on the piano, and a strange aussie man who reminded me of the cowardly lion, probably because he and angus harmonized on "somewhere over the rainbow." not to be outdone i gave my best when she started playing "piano man." unfortunately i couldnt compete with two grown men on the verge of tears (they were deeply moved as well). after asking angus not to hug her any more, the piano player excused herself for the night, as did kit and i. we bid adieu to our friends and headed back to our subzero lair for a long winters nap. the next morning we hightailed it out of there as fast as we could, but not before kit had the opportunity to speak to angus. he said "good morning, did we go to the pub last night?" apparently angus is a raging alcoholic and a highly functioning black out drunk. good on ya mate.

yesterday we returned to sydney and now we are gearing up for surf camp. last night we made normal friends at the pub next to our nice, clean, warm hostel and they even offered us a place to stay in bondi beach or to hook us up in new zealand. what swell folks. also at the pub, i reaffirmed by place in hell. after seeing a woman playing pool in a wheelchair i started pondering the logistics of drinking in a wheelchair. when you drink alot sitting down and then stand up, usually you are more intoxicated that you originally thought, but what happens when you cant stand up? i am actually curious about how this changes the logistics of inebriation. my world has been rocked.