Creams, 21, NZ Reunion

Back to Sydney from the extended NZ party didn't mean the fun was ending...no, not at all. One day of sleep was all I needed before CREAMFIELDS! April 30.

Mud up and down my legs

Epic lineup: Dada Life, Bingo Players, Chuckie, Martin Solveig, Skrillex, and Deadmau5. Needless to say, I didn't dare venture from the main stage. The threatening black clouds cleared just in time for our parade, leaving behind only some muddy grounds, and that was more than alright.

Before the sweat and dirt set in.

Seriously talented artists, the highlight being SKRILLEX! By a massive landslide. I had been wanting to see him stupidly ridiculously badly for over a year now and let me say, he did not dare disappoint in the slightest. 'Scary Monsters and Nice Spites', 'With You Friends', and 'In For the Kill'.....YES, YES, YES is all I need to say. Look up the YouTube vids. Deadmau5 was pretty brilliant as well, but I must admit, it was his ultra hot sidekick Sofi in 'Raise Your Weapon' and 'Sofi Needs a Ladder' that did me in. Simply amazing, and the one time I appreciated a light cool rain that hit just perfectly at the time her voice echoed across the enthused grounds.

Check this: Skrillex Stage Dive

Oscars

Tuesday was my 21st! Finaaaaaally. And I felt ridiculously loved. Fifteen of the coolest Parra kids came out to join the celebrations at Darling Harbour happy hours, complete with the most spectacular caramelish cake, party tiaras, and heaps of balloons (Savannah and Matty are amazing). We actually were reprimanded by the bartender for having balloons popping all over the place. Whooops. It is a birthday party, after all.

True love

Meandered our way to the backpacker center of Sydney: Side Bar. Pleasantly mild on a Tuesday evening with a sweet-as-can-be three person acoustic band. Later the DJ jumped up and we danced the night away to house-infused commercial tunes. I probably drank less alcohol on my twenty-first than any other twenty-one-year-old ever, but had such a fantastic time.

Had a top Wednesday with Dainerrrr from North Cackalacky shopping around the CBD and soaking in the sunny day. Just as our feet were about to fall off, sun disappearing, sipping coffee, awaiting the ferry back to P-Town, who do I literally run into, but my two lovely, wide-eyed English/Welsh recent hostel roomies from NZ: Becca and Lissa! Such a small, small world. Whaaaaat?! We plan to meet up Friday for a night on the town.

NZ reunion with the medics in Syd

Friday accidentally turned into a weekend extravaganza. I went to my internship on Friday at Posse, planning to meet Bec and Lis afterward, as well as the English medic team of four lads we had met in NZed, also in town for the weekend. Yay! Went out for a drink with the Posse clan, met up with team NZ at the hostel, and danced the night away at epic World Bar down at the Cross. After a night capping kebab with extra hot sauce, I obviously accept the offer of an extra hostel bed over the middle-of-the-night trek back to the suburbs. Okay.

So Saturday: I swear I meant to go home so many times. But the city was such fun! It had been a minute since I had romped around solo all day long and I was so enjoying myself. Treated myself to cafe breakfast wrap after seeing the boys off to Bondi and the girls off to the airport, saw a queue of kids dressed as comic characters around the block awaiting their free comic books, a giant dancing panda for no apparent reason, chatted with a wild homeless man in a quaint bookstore, bought 'A Clockwork Orange' and dived into it at grassy Hyde Park while welcoming a slight sunburn, took my broken iPod into the Genius Bar to receive a brand new 64 GB Touch for a mere hundred bones (!!!!), talked my way into a full spa and haircut deal for $40 less than offered, celebrated Buddha's birthday at the Darling Harbour festival, watched a crazy man juggle fire harbourside, bough an assortment of lollies like a child at the local candy shop...and that was just the day.

Gaff

Met up with my darling Swedish friend Susanne and kicked it for a bit in her pleasantly packed 11-person in a 2-bedroom sweetest ever Darling Harbour apartment. Seriously so tired, blistered feet, and still in the SAME outfit I had put on 6 am Friday morning. Head out after an all-too-delicious and even more filling Chinatown dinner to finally catch the bus home when what do I see but a giant dancing Elmo. I can't go home to sleep, far too much a happening here. So call up the medics from NZ and meet up, ultimately going to the Gaff for free entry and VIP drink prices thanks to Susanne's French flat mate's connections. Night is a blast, dubsteppin all over the place, and I have to accept another hostel bed with the medics. 7 am Sunday: GO HOME. The outfit has had its fair 48 hour usage, and now past the verge of being overly grim. Trek back to Parra for an hour-long shower sesh and a day of whipping out a group uni project.

Such a jam packed week of Sydneysiding and I realize I only really have 3 weeks left in this city. Time is a-flying. Uni and internship are quickly coming to a close. When June hits, it'll be travels all around and I am beyond excited.