There's something nerve wracking about getting a haircut in a new country. I remember getting a haircut in Rome a few years ago and getting a euro mullet and then having to figure out how to get it fixed when I spoke zero Italian and the girl spoke zero English. While I didn't come out with a euro mullet here, it was just as scary. The girl cutting my hair this go around kept going shorter and shorter and shorter to "get it even." The problem is that if it goes too short I end up looking like Alfalfa after a few weeks. So, it's been a few weeks and guess what. Yep, Alfalfa.
The weeks wrapping up and it was a rough one. Not the work as much as the "meetings." I knew going in that the Aussies liked their beer, but I completely misjudged what like meant. We hit up a Bavarian bar on Tuesday for beers and schnitzel (I think the schnitzels is the national food of Australia) with a vendor. Beer turned into more beer and turned into more beer. Then last night, we met up with some other people in the industry down here for some drinks. Those beers of course lead into more beers. At least after all that we ended up in Chinatown for some peking duck and dumplings.
Thankfully, the weeks over. Not much on tap for the weekend. The Wallabies are playing Wales on Saturday so I'll probably end up at a pub with a few people to catch the game (rugby union, that is). Trying to find a place to go on holiday in August sometime, so we'll see if anything else pans out. And if the rain holds off this weekend, hopefully I'll be able to go out and sightsee a little more. Hopefully something interesting will happen that I'll be able to report back on.
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