Wednesday, April 02, 2008
AUZ TOUR 2/26
Had a dang full-on fever the night before. Sweating in the bed and stuff. Woke up feeling a bit better but still totally sick. Stay in? Take a day off? FUCK NO. This was the day that our pal Jamie had organized a trip to the Healesville wildlife sanctuary. I had three goals for my trip to Australia: hang out with some friends, play some jams, and see some awesome animals. There was no way in hell I was going to miss this.
Jamie had organized three vans to take us all out to the sanctuary. Doyle Corndog, our sax player, had one, and Clppy Hands and Brunittes had some room in their respective vans as well. We met for breakfast and then headed out there. Was a bit closer to a zoo than a wildlife sanctuary, but still really great. No holding koalas though, eyes only. A lot of AUZ animals are nocturnal so we were out of luck with a lot of stuff. Saw some kangaroos, wallabees, a platypus, a giant lizard, and other weird stuff that I can't remember the names of. Unfortunately the the taz devil was asleep or something. Couldn't see the madman.
The runner-up highlight was an up close and personal view in the house of the bats. I walked in and looked up and almost ran for cover. The fucking bats were directly above us and as big as cats! I am not exaggerating. Cats with huge bat wings. They actually look like of cute. They're called Flying Foxes. Look 'em up if you don't believe me.
The highlight was without a doubt the birds of prey demonstration. A bunch of killer bird were flying around and it was an amphitheater and the handler would walk to the top of the seats behind the crowd and the birds would fly to him CENTIMETERS above the crowd. One bird touched me, and I wasn't the only one. The best bird was the one that smashed a fake ostrich egg with a big rock.
Oh yeah, the didgeridoo stuff was jamming intermittently in the background throughout the sanctuary.
After Healesville we drove up into the mountains and threw an american football around to get us back in our comfort zone. After that we were going to go swimming but realized we had to go get some pizza instead. We drove back to Melbourne and went to a pub where they had four dollar pizzas. After that a lot of people went to see Don Deekon, who was on the wildlife trip with us, but I went to see the Locksmiths open for Feyst. The Stirr Fryin' horn section played with Feyst on that hit tune 1234 but she said it was AIH. But it was our horn section and only Gus was in AIH. Izzo was displeased.
By this point I was feeling a lot better. Guess sometimes doing a bunch of shit all day long can heal you just like staying home and wasting your time can.
Had a dang full-on fever the night before. Sweating in the bed and stuff. Woke up feeling a bit better but still totally sick. Stay in? Take a day off? FUCK NO. This was the day that our pal Jamie had organized a trip to the Healesville wildlife sanctuary. I had three goals for my trip to Australia: hang out with some friends, play some jams, and see some awesome animals. There was no way in hell I was going to miss this.
Jamie had organized three vans to take us all out to the sanctuary. Doyle Corndog, our sax player, had one, and Clppy Hands and Brunittes had some room in their respective vans as well. We met for breakfast and then headed out there. Was a bit closer to a zoo than a wildlife sanctuary, but still really great. No holding koalas though, eyes only. A lot of AUZ animals are nocturnal so we were out of luck with a lot of stuff. Saw some kangaroos, wallabees, a platypus, a giant lizard, and other weird stuff that I can't remember the names of. Unfortunately the the taz devil was asleep or something. Couldn't see the madman.
The runner-up highlight was an up close and personal view in the house of the bats. I walked in and looked up and almost ran for cover. The fucking bats were directly above us and as big as cats! I am not exaggerating. Cats with huge bat wings. They actually look like of cute. They're called Flying Foxes. Look 'em up if you don't believe me.
The highlight was without a doubt the birds of prey demonstration. A bunch of killer bird were flying around and it was an amphitheater and the handler would walk to the top of the seats behind the crowd and the birds would fly to him CENTIMETERS above the crowd. One bird touched me, and I wasn't the only one. The best bird was the one that smashed a fake ostrich egg with a big rock.
Oh yeah, the didgeridoo stuff was jamming intermittently in the background throughout the sanctuary.
After Healesville we drove up into the mountains and threw an american football around to get us back in our comfort zone. After that we were going to go swimming but realized we had to go get some pizza instead. We drove back to Melbourne and went to a pub where they had four dollar pizzas. After that a lot of people went to see Don Deekon, who was on the wildlife trip with us, but I went to see the Locksmiths open for Feyst. The Stirr Fryin' horn section played with Feyst on that hit tune 1234 but she said it was AIH. But it was our horn section and only Gus was in AIH. Izzo was displeased.
By this point I was feeling a lot better. Guess sometimes doing a bunch of shit all day long can heal you just like staying home and wasting your time can.
