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This weekend

Mardi Gras this weekend.

I leave on Qantas flight QF0525 on Friday the 3rd at 1115 and land at Sydney airport at 1345.

I then leave again on Virgin Blue flight DJ253 on Monday the 6th at 1900 and land at Brisbane airport at 1925.

In between those two flights there is the parade itself Saturday night, followed by one of the after parties (no idea what at this stage).

I'm staying with ozisim for the duration.

Other than that very little is planned. Looking forward to it.

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ozisim
Feb. 27th, 2006 07:52 am (UTC)
I'm good to pick you up from the air-port on Friday.

The official party tix are too rich for my budget, but I"m sure we will find something good as an alternate.

Any thing/one else you want to see while you are down here?
halloranelder
Feb. 27th, 2006 02:58 pm (UTC)
There's a few people down there that I want to catch up on, but they've got my details and will talk to me if appropriate.

Other than that, I wouldn't mind seeing the Aids Trust's arts program DECCA, which is at "The old Gowings building on the corner of Oxford St & Crown Street Darlinghurst NSW" until the 18th of March.
ozisim
Feb. 28th, 2006 01:30 am (UTC)
That shouldn't be too difficult *grins*
psuedonym777
Feb. 27th, 2006 10:33 pm (UTC)
Go nuts dude! ;o)
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