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Good times we had....

How can i complain? Quite easily but i really don't wanna.

So the Australia Day Party was a raging success despite it's outward appearance of failure. What people did not know was that it was all carefully planned and i win.

The 2pm start on a Sunday discouraged the drunk-arse bad-influence bar staff, and the freeloading hooker element and left us with an eclectic group made up of the residents - Philly, DarkDJ & myself, with Little Redneck Boss, GQ, Sharat & his frighteningly co-dependant walking carpetdog Roff, TruckerGirl and her blue heeler/rottweiler Mickey, The Southstralian & Mr 1000 Miles, and the Tall Guy put in a very late appearance. Only the Tall Guy followed instructions and brought food, i prepared a massive fruit salad, and skewered some prawns because Americans all expect Australians to put some shrimp on the barbie....

It was a quiet night at The Restaurant, but i still rang a really good night for them. Had my last set-to with the new manager, because well fuck it, neither he nor that place are that important and i am not going to continue getting wound up because they won't listen to me. When i told him he was out of Crown Royal he came behind the bar to look - because no-one believes a word i say, and when i told him that we had plenty of canned pineapple juice he also didn't believe me and drove to Fiesta to buy some cartons, and was all annoyed when i showed him the full case. When he got out his spiffing camera and tripod to photograph some of the food on the dark marbled bar top, i told him he'd be better off using a white background to bring out the colour of the food, he disagreed so i threw my hands up and walked off. Ten minutes later he has the food sitting on a white napkin and is taking photos again. Go figure. No fucker listens to me.

Teach showed up with a very special gift for me.

Aussie Michelle at The Florentine up the road had tried in vain to steal it but failed because Teach knows who the real Aussie is. I went up there to mock her, and try this Meat Pie that they had concocted for the special Australia Day celebration that they had. The meat pie tasted right but was still far from looking the part in a crockery bowl with puff pastry squares underneath and on top. I have truly missed that flavour.

So had a meat pie, got a Coopers Vintage, wasted ten hours of my life at a Sushi restaurant, made a contact with a over talkative old man who has owned a bar a couple of miles up the road for 38 years who might just need a bartender.

Good times!


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 27th, 2009 03:16 pm (UTC)
I gave you my fucking recipe!

Meat (mince or chopped steak)
Diced Onion
Tomato Sauce
Worcestershire Sauce
BBQ sauce

Cook meat and onion, add sauces to taste, add flour and water to make a gravy. Throw that shit in a puff pastry lined pie tin with a pastry hat (brush the top with milk/egg mix if you wanna get fancy about it) and oven it until the outside is golden.

Eat with one hand while drinking beer.

Do I have to come over there and cook for you?
Jan. 27th, 2009 03:32 pm (UTC)
Do I have to come over there and cook for you?

a) a-duh.
b) yes.
c) bring it, beeyatch!
d) that'd be rahght kahndly of yew mayam.
Jan. 27th, 2009 06:59 pm (UTC)
I'll see what I can manage this year
Jan. 27th, 2009 09:37 pm (UTC)
My meatpies aren't complete without a teaspoon of vegemite in the meat mix.
Jan. 28th, 2009 04:12 am (UTC)
we always knew you were a little strange, Princess.
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