In Sydney

David and I finally have arrived in Sydney. We have spent the past few days trying to find apartments and things open at 3am.

Last night we were walking down the street and a guy was closing up his drycleaning shop. As we walked by a clothes hanger caught on to Davids shorts and tore them right off. Aparently, according to David, yesterday just happened to be the first time he chose to go underwear free. So there he stood, bare assed in the middle of Central Sydney. Absolutely everyone stopped what they were doing to stare. Quickly he ran into a near by public washroom to hide his shame. His shorts were torn apart and completely useless now. I ran into a store and bought a pair of pink sweatpants that say I (heart) Sydney on the bum. So in the end David now has a new pair of pink sweatpants.

Dont have the camera to load pics, but will soon.

Oh by the way... non of that really happened, except for the first two sentences. :)