2009 Aussie Millions: In Between the Action...

Greetings from Down Under. I'm in media row at the Aussie Millions, neglecting the work I'm supposed to be doing. Just for a few minutes.

Given all my time in Oz the last few months, I'm starting to feel like a real Aussie. Yesterday TassieDevil and Ducky took me and another American out to play some cricket and some Aussie Rules Football. We quickly established I have a future career in neither.

Then we went and smashed some beers -- I recommend the Carlton Draught -- and hit Lygon Street -- the Little Italy of Melbourne. Aussies have their own language for everything. It was no surprise that they have different slurs for Italian people. (Wog, in case you were wondering.)

I was out on my feet by about 11pm. Stupid jet lag. Mad props to DP for hooking me up with a business class upgrade for my flight. It made a huge difference.