
Some weeks ago, the gang went to a contemporary Italian restaurant, a big group of us y'know, and we dined in honour of our good friend Emily. 25years young. I had the duck a l'oranage which was tasty, however not exactly filling, and those who know me well will know I don't like miserly portions of food. Regardless we managed to squeeze in dessert before squeezing into a tiny little club in the Cross... it goes without saying that we partied until others had chosen to give up.

Last weekend was a celebration of nothing imparticular, other than the end of a week at work and of course the 7th day of the 7th month in the, errr 8th year of this millenium. Over two nights I made the weekend count, and last Saturday I went for a bit of quiet time. So I managed to take in the Max Dupain photographic exhibition at the NSW Library; an architectural photographer by trade, there was some real cool stuff. Much of his subject matter is relatively familiar to me as he was based in NSW for most of his life, highly recommended if you're in the area.

After that I figured I'd go see the home of the 5,000 sailors that had invaded Sydney over the weekend. The US Military's Kitty Hawk - on it's final visit to this part of the world before it floats back to the US to be replaced by the Nuclear Powered George Washington. I've never seen such a huge vessel afloat in honesty, I'd estimate something like 30 aircraft aboard it alongside the runway. Through my cameras viewfinder, I could see armed crew members checking out the surroundings in Wooloomooloo. It's kinda weird when something like that, so colossal in size, comes to visit you - when usually it'd be us that make the pilgrimage to go visit such an extraordinary engineering feat.

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