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Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Yachta, Yachta, Yachta...

Could there be a better way to spend my last day (and night) in Sydney, then to cruise around Sydney Harbour in a 46 foot yacht, celebrating the birthdays of two of the loveliest girls ever? After buying enough rum and Bacardi Breezers to feed a gay army, we headed off to Rose Bay to catch the boat. Not knowing exactly what to expect, I was amazed at the size of the thing as Captain Keith pulled ashore. We took a cruise by Sydney's famous gay nude beach, Lady Jane, which was, um, interesting. Thank God they didn't know we were laden with Breezers.



Next we headed off to a lovely cove, where some of the more daring did some cliff diving, and the rest of us checked out the competition.



The theme was "Miami Bling" and the birthday girl celebrated in style, Puffy would be proud.



We moved off to Sydney's darling harbour, docked up, pumped up the tunes, and started our tribute to Over the Top. Chopper out, next up Stalone!



Someone get me some more rums, I'm takin over this ship! Arghh!



Miami bling my ass... There's new blood in Key West, boys...



Thanks for one of the best days evs, ladies. Packing for a one month trip is going to be a bitch, but hopefully the rum will fuel me.