Reggae in the Irish pub

As I only have classes on Tuesday till Thursday, I could still sleep in on Monday. During the day I mostly tried to figure out which clubs I want to join and if I could find a job. Unfortunately that last thing turns out to be quite hard. To be a waitress you need a permit to serve alcohol, which costs about a hundred dollars. Since I don't feel like spending a lot of money before I can possibly start earning it, I will not be walking around with a notepad and plates anytime soon.
For tutoring most people want you to have certain Australian diplomas and a lot of jobs are also just for permanent residents or are in the middle of nowhere.

I guess I will either become a receptionist of some sort (I applied for something like that already) or handing out flyers, the kind of promotional work I swore I'd never do again. Oh well, never say never.

In the evening Harm and I met up with an old teacher, Faith McGirr. She taught us visual arts for five years in high school, but she is originally from Australia, born on Crown street, which is a stone throw away from this place. She was travelling to visit family and thought it would be fun to see us again. We went to the local and chatted about old times.

After a lovely salmon pasta, we went to the Apple store in the city centre where Angus and Julia stone were performing for free. I am quite a fan and so I was very frustrated when I could see them, but not hear them. The glass framework of the building kept in all the sound and 'I'm sorry, but we're packed mate' we were not allowed in the building. We could see a lot of open space, but the guy at the door would not give in. A bit sad I ate a brownie went we went to Gloria's coffee. A bit later we met with some people from UNSW to go to an Irish bar where they were having a reggae night. It was a live band and they were very good, I especially enjoyed it when they started playing Brazilian carnaval music. I also met some new people, including a Texan girl who is offended if you call her a republican and has now been taught to say 'Lijpe shit ouwe!' Whenever someone asks her for an opinion.