Who's the more fit driver???

Because of my flight time to fly out of Sydney to head to Auckland New Zealand, I had to fly in the day before. Jen hooked me up to crash at her cousin's house (thanks Jen!).

I caled Evelyn, Jen's cuz the day before I left to check in, and found out that she was going to be having dinner at friends... No worries, I was given the address and directions on the best way to grab a cab to get to the friends house.

Back in Sydney...Train to Wynard station then a cab to the house, all went smoothly. At the friends' house I arrived in time for dessert, yum! So I was introduced to the United Nations of friends gathered for dinner, only one true Aussie in the bunch... Canada and the US were well represented.

So since it was a dinner party and the group were fine coniosuiers of wine there were a few bottles consumed before and while I was there. I was offered some, I drank water mostly and had a glass of white wine. Then there was the cheese tray, and of course with cheese goes a good brandy, scotch or whiskey.

Then we moved into the sitting room and watch the rugby match between Australia and Canada... Aussie, Aussie, oy, oy, oy.. Australia won! And wow, I actually have a better understanding of the game!

There was some discussion during dessert on how we would get back to Evelyn & David's house were I was staying the night. The options were to walk.. ride with one of the other dinner guests but none of them had enough space in the car, and then it was realized that I hadn't really been drinking... So which is better for a short trip across the neighborhood, a buzzed ex-pat or the American who drives completely opposite... The car was an automatic so the backward American, yes that's me drove home. I did fine, just kept saying in my head stay left, stay left.. I even made it down a narrow street, with mirrors in tact. AND I got to drive in another country.