My friend Annabelle
Annabelle works at the Hilton here in Sydney. Well, she did as of Wednesday when we took this picture and she was working at the Zeta Bar on the 4th floor.
Tonight, after a train ride back from the airport (the taxi line was a mile long) after a long day in the capital city of Canberra, I walked over to the Hilton and met Gray at the Marble Bar in the basement of the hotel. A local band called Brown Sugar was playing, and they were awesome. We hung out for a few drinks (mojitos, mmm), then we decided to check out another bar since it’s our last night in Sydney and we’ve only seen a few places. As we walked out the front door, I saw Annabelle (looking a bit pissed, as they say here) and the next thing you know we were all (me, Gray, Annabelle, her friend Damien) in a taxi headed for Bayswater Brasserie.
Annabelle is cool. When we told her we work for Microsoft, she said “oh, they make PC stuff, right?” And she told me she has a friend from Boston “who has the worst American accent ever, she says razzberry instead of rossberry!” Uh, right. And Annabelle and her family are going to Hanoi for some sort of delayed Christmas vacation — how cool is that?
But seriously, Annabelle is great. She took us to where she and her friends hang out over in King’s Cross, and we met Damien and Jason and Ryan and we had a great time. Then we left and had some fun elsewhere, and suddenly it’s 2:30AM and I’m waiting for room service to deliver some hot soup.
I miss you Megan! See you soon … my flight leaves tomorrow morning. And for those who don’t know, today is the second anniversary of our first date, dinner at the Space Needle. Happy anniversary, Babe!
And Annabelle, please send me that picture you took of me and Gray at Bayswater Brasserie.
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on February 23, 2007 at 2:13 pm Tom wrote:
Er … she seems nice. You know Megan reads this blog, too, right?
I bet you could do a whole study on the random words people use to define other people’s crummy accents. Unless I’m looking at a bowl of them, the word “raspberry” really never does enter my head. I would go with more of a “pawk the cah” thing.
on February 23, 2007 at 2:41 pm Doug wrote:
Yeah, that post reads like it was written by a drunk rambling tourist. Go figure.
on February 23, 2007 at 4:28 pm Megan wrote:
Well, I’ve had a hell of a week with Little Britain. It’s just as well Doug is coming home tomorrow. That Matt Lucas…. Man.