Two Truths and a Lie

Have you ever played two truths and a lie? It's pretty easy...guess which one of these statements isn't true:

1. In true Sydney fashion, it rained most of the weekend.
2. I had back to back great runs
3. This weekend was a blast

Hopefully you picked number 1 as the lie-- seriously, for every weekend (minus this past glorious one) since I've been back it's rained a good chunk. Not this weekend baby! Nothing but blue skies and hot sunshine.

I had a wonderfully mismatched two days of weekend and felt like I got a lot accomplished.




Early morning Park Run attempt with a few friends from work. Forty seconds faster than last time! I also was pumped that I made it up the giant hill and didn't walk at all. Score!





Fresh watermelon juice (and a baller bacon and egg roll) with the girls after our Park Run. Because what's better than undoing the exercise you just did? This juice really was fantastic, and I'm guessing they had to use the entire watermelon for that glass. So worth the $6 I paid for it. (are you choking on that price point? yeah, so did I).

Saturday afternoon was quite monumental. Sadly, I don't have any pictures of the momentous occasion, but I swam in the Australian waters for the first time.

Say what? You're asking yourself. You've been here for 8 months and haven't swum in the ocean? Um, yeah. You read Bill Bryson's book about Australia and then you go swimming. Needless to say, I survived and learned an important lesson: if you can see your feet, chances are you aren't going to die. Or if you do die, you'll at least see it coming.

I'm going to do another post about Saturday's dinner, but let's just say when the cat's away the mouse will play (meaning Ryan's partner is in Singapore so we got to go somewhere NICE!).

I ALMOST made it through Saturday night following Feb Fast, but had to have a glass of red wine with our steak dinner. I mean, c'mon, it's cruel not to have a few sips alongside a beautiful cut of meat. I was proud though because I did stop at just one glass. Guess that means I have to pony up to a charity!




I can't figure how to make this right side up? Just flip your computer. 6 miles in the early morning heat. I stopped after about 4 miles in Circular Quay and convinced someone to give me a cup of water. The lady wanted to charge me for it, but I think the sweat running off my body and the bright red face made her feel a bit charitable. Thanks lady, appreciate the free tap water.



Drag queens in the park. After a shower and a delicious brunch, some friends and I headed off to "Fair Day," otherwise known as the kick off to mardi gras here in Sydney. Mardi Gras bears no relation to Lent or anything Holy, and is best described as Gay Christmas. Let's just say that walking around the fair was quite the eye opening experience and that some things are probably best left to the imagination.

The dog show was a hoot, though, and I almost stole these little guys:



You laugh, but my mom is pretty close to getting a doggie stroller for our lazy but adorable beagle Hunter. Some days just aren't meant for walking.




Group shot! We were watching the drag show queen competition and wanted to show off our own modeling poses.

I capped off the weekend with a roommate dinner (we've got a new flatmate!), some work and an early bedtime.

Pretty perfect!

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