Went by the travel agent to buy my ticket for New Zealand. This is just something I need to get organized soon, and I want to get it done now so that I can get the camera and lens I ordered through customs. I knew exactly what I wanted, when I wanted to go, and how much it should cost (this is the fourth time I've talked to a travel agent about this) - yet it still took more than an hour and a half to get the ticket bought! Lucky that I had talked to other agents, because this one really didn't know what was available and had to keep calling the airline to verify what I said! I should have gone to another agent (this was STA), but I needed to get the ticket now. Unfortunately they couldn't issue the ticket until tomorrow so I faxed a copy of my itinerary and passport to the shipping people and told them I could show them the actual ticket tomorrow.

Met up with Dean (the guy I traveled with in Africa for nearly seven months) in Drummoyne. Had a few beers at his house and looked at the photos he had. Then we headed for his local pub and it got ugly. We got there minutes after the kitchen closed and decided we'd eat afterwards. The first couple rounds went as expected, but then Dean decided we couldn't get together without having tequila, and from there we went to a truly evil mixture called an illusion. I don't remember the walk home, I don't remember getting a couple bottles of wine out of my car, I don't remember his neighbors coming over to complain about the noise. I remember the pub closing then the next and last thing I remember is being violently ill in Dean's bathroom. Not entirely a pleasant night.