Marjorie got me some CDs to start with -- the new PJ Harvey, and two by Australian bands: Hunters and Collectors, and Something For Kate. Then it was on to the St. Kilda Baths for some west and welaxation. First a soak in a salt water bath, in front of a big window looking out over the white-capped bay, with seagulls flying by. Then a much-needed massage.
Afterwards we had an awesome lunch at the Sheherezade Cafe -- I had goulash with potato balls, rice, carrots, spinach, and cole slaw. Best I've had since Europe. Then we scored scored some chocolate eclairs and other yummies from a nearby bakery, and some bagels from Glick's. Home for a nap, then a quiet evening at home watching Donnie Brasco.
Saturday was part two. I wanted to see a footy (Australian Rules Football) game, so we went off to the Telstra Dome to see the St. Kilda Saints wallop the Richmond Tigers. It was quite a spectacle. I used to think the game was pretty much just anarchy, but as I start to understand the game more, I'm beginning to appreciate it, even if some of the rules are still a mystery. There's some serious athleticism involved. The fan base was amazing -- the two teams are just based in suburbs (or urbs, I guess) of Melbourne, but there were 40-50,000 people there, evenly divided. (It was as if Virginia Highlands was playing Buckhead back in Atlanta.) Everyone, even the old ladies, were into it, yelling, waving banners, wearing team scarves, etc. Other interesting things:
What a crazy idea! Don't gouge your fans -- let them come to the games at a reasonable price. No wonder they draw crowds.
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