Kite-flying
13 Nov 2004Sydney’s CBD can get as windy as any other city, and tonight, I had a random urge to fly a kite in between office buildings. Unfortunately, Ben’s car didn’t have a kite in the back of it. We instead saw a movie, in which Tori managed to preemptively respond with the same lines as a key character (not cliches, either). From this, it is ascertained she must be pregnant. After a brief stint of terrorism in the McDonald’s on George Street (who, incidentally, now operate what is perhaps the 700th Internet cafe in that part of the world), we dispersed, which involved the denting of a bull bar, a twenty-minute wait for a train, and Hooberstank sounding suspiciously like Simple Plan.
If this post didn’t really make sense, don’t worry. I’m still trying to work it out myself.