So, the morning after the Mardi Gras party, a few friends and I headed out to Darlinghurst (the traditionally gay area of town). This is a fun activity because many people are reluctant to just go home and instead walk or cab their way to Darlinghurst where they either grab breakfast or head for a pub or hit one of the "recovery" parties
This is of course fun because you get to see lots of sexy people in various states of disarray. Obviously, I took my pocket digital camera to record whatever memories I could grab.
One of the first stops for many people is "The Lane" a narrow street between the Beresford Hotel (on Bourke St) and The Flinders Hotel (on Flinders St). Someone sets up sound and a DJ and people can buy beer and dance and drink until they catch up with friends and decide what to do next. Consequently after grabbing breakfast ourselves, we headed there.
Just as we entered, I happened upon our favourite ex-football hero who had just removed his shirt and grabbed a couple of shots of him as he tucked it into his jeans...
Wandering down the lane, I ran into some friends, took some shots of them and realised I'd been taking photos with my finger over the lens (suprisingly easy with this camera because it's so small).
This meant of course that my first two shots of Ian had probably been ruined (as you can see luck had actually been on my side, but the little camera has no picture display, so I couldn't tell), so I pulled it out again and decided to find Ian on the way back out to our next stop and see if I could catch him more carefully this time.
As luck would have it, Ian was walking down the lane as I walked up so, as I passed, I put the camera to my eye and stopped to grab a shot.
Ian, being the cheery, post-party, media stud that he is immediately stopped, posed and gave me a big grin, resulting in the happy shot you can see to the right...
