They Don’t Want Music

I suppose I’ve been talking a bit much about work recently. It’s now been a month, believe it or not, and work’s no longer “new”, really. Routine is vaguely settled. All good and all that. So the botched segway is into the next most important thing: a social life.

Yeaaaaaaaah. Um.

I guess I have a social life in the same sense that I suppose spiders have thoughts – basic and instinctive. (wow, terrible analogy). In terms of going out and just enjoying, I’m averaging at least once a week, usually Fridays, and the occasional (i.e. every second) Saturday. I’ve got family friends I’m pretty much obligated to visit, but that does make it sound somewhat like a chore, and usually it’s not, because most of our social circle up here is around my age. This is distinctly in contrast to Melbourne where I was the eldest “child” – a very rare and unusual position for me – and the only guy between the ages of 9 and 40. Suffice to say I got bored shitless more than once visiting family friends in Melbourne.

From my limited explorations, it’s clear that I haven’t explored nearly enough. The Rocks seems to be a good area, although a little over touristed. There’s an abundance of restaurants in the city, but very rarely is the set up like Melbourne, where there will be a good bit of street seating filled with people and thus giving a damn good indicator as to where to grab a bite – it’s all a little hidden away. This is in stark contrast with the clubs, pubs & bars, which are pretty well signposted. Completely the opposite of Melbourne, really.

I’m starting to build a circle of friends, but it’s hard within the company as a lot of the grads are investment bankers and so have hours which would make the average man falter far sooner than they do. Other than that, people meeting opportunities have been… limited, to say the least. Need to get out more.