Aus Day
It went pretty much as I had expected. Lots of drinking while listening to the Hottest 100 (which I only caught the last 10 songs of). Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how I wish to look back on it I did have to work during the day, but I skipped my break so I was able to finish by 3pm. Good timing, I went straight home and cracked a beer, messed around a bit, caught the shuttle and made it to my friend Mitch's in time to catch the end of the count down. Were only 2 hours behind here so I think it was all wrapped up by about 8.
This is Mitch. This photo makes me laugh cause it makes him look like a psycho.A little off the subject, Mitch takes great pleasure in telling everyone that I am a kiwi for no other reason than that my name is Brett. Or Brit as most fans of Flight of the Concords now like to refer to me. Generally I just go along with it, this has lead to some very amusing drunken conversations. "Gee your accent is pretty good for a kiwi" being one comment that I enjoyed.
So I left Mitch's shortly after the count down. By this point I was truly in the spirit of the day. I was on my way to Wild Bills (Darts doesn't take a break for anyone or anything) but realized that I had gotten a bit over excited and was going to be a bit early. As I stood in the street wondering what to do I glanced to my left and saw a nice looking bar and decided to toddle in. I found myself in a Jazz bar called Half Note, but being early it was almost empty. Unfazed by this is pulled up a pew at the bar and had what I believe to have been a very engaging and insightful conversation with the owner. The details of this convo seem to escape me for some reason, all I can really remember is that he was and old Japanese guy who spoke pretty reasonable English.
After finishing my brew I shook the old mans hand and was on my way. This point in my little adventure gets a little hazy. I know that I was on my way to Bills, but at some point I walked into this Ice bar
I was pretty impressed by this, walked all the way in but saw no one?
So I left Mitch's shortly after the count down. By this point I was truly in the spirit of the day. I was on my way to Wild Bills (Darts doesn't take a break for anyone or anything) but realized that I had gotten a bit over excited and was going to be a bit early. As I stood in the street wondering what to do I glanced to my left and saw a nice looking bar and decided to toddle in. I found myself in a Jazz bar called Half Note, but being early it was almost empty. Unfazed by this is pulled up a pew at the bar and had what I believe to have been a very engaging and insightful conversation with the owner. The details of this convo seem to escape me for some reason, all I can really remember is that he was and old Japanese guy who spoke pretty reasonable English.
After finishing my brew I shook the old mans hand and was on my way. This point in my little adventure gets a little hazy. I know that I was on my way to Bills, but at some point I walked into this Ice bar
I was pretty impressed by this, walked all the way in but saw no one?I didn't stay in the Ice bar for a drink, mainly because it seem as though the bar was unmanned was a bit strange. So on I went, before long I ran into Melita and Patty.
Patty and Melita, I worked with Melita at the Longhorn in Whistler and Patty is her Boyfriend, also a skier and good bloke.
This is the best Photo of Wild Bills I can find. http://wildbillsniseko.com/ This is they're site it has a nice photo of the inside.
Patty and Melita, I worked with Melita at the Longhorn in Whistler and Patty is her Boyfriend, also a skier and good bloke.When I met up with these guys we ran into a restaurant cause a bit of a ruckus and left all within about 5 minutes. From there I think we parted ways and I headed onto Wild Bills.
This is the best Photo of Wild Bills I can find. http://wildbillsniseko.com/ This is they're site it has a nice photo of the inside.Anyone who has been here would know this bar. For those who haven't, Bills is an instituion in Niseko. It is owned and operated by an American guy named Brett, who is good to talk to and pours heavy. Many actually no all my nights there I end up being pretty intoxicated. Australia Day was in no way an exception to this rule, I was lucky I had the next day off work.
Aussie day, no matter where you are in the world it always seems to go the same way.
Aussie day, no matter where you are in the world it always seems to go the same way.
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