The Case of the Missing Undies

This weekend something unusual happened to me. I woke up on Sunday after a little later than usual. I had gone to a Colombian party the night before and I had sweated my tush in the dance floor for a couple of hours. Needless to say I had slept really well that night.

That morning I really needed to shower, and shower I did! After my bath, I did the next logical thing. I attempted to put some clean underwear on. I check my drawers for my underwear, nope not there. I went outside to the cloth lines to see if I had left them there after the washing I did the day before. Nope, not there. I asked my parents if they had done something with it, nope they hadn’t. I was convinced that my two suspects (mom and dad) had misplaced my underwear somewhere in the house. So, wearing just a loin cloth I searched the entire place and they were nowhere to be found.

What could have happened to my underwear? A day later my mom also noticed that her underwear was missing. Coincidence? I think not! Beware, for there is a thief amongst us concerned not with wealth for toil, but embarrassment for the rest of us.

This is my house, number 239. I built that mailbox with my bare hands and a few thousand dollars of sheet metal bending equipment. My parents were so proud they mounted in front of the house. It looks like #@%, but my parents still love it. 

My family and some friends at a Spanish restaurant in the Valley. The tapas were delicious! 

All time friends and recently married Dashna and Derek right after we finally found parking. 

One more residential appartment sky rise. Do we really have that many people that can afford the high costs of inner city living in Brisbane? I guess we do. Maybe, I'll have to give it a go sometime. 

It seems like everywhere you look there is a crane building Brisbane up. On our left we see the Treasury Casino. I promise to take anyone there if you come and visit ;) 

Sandstone buildings used to rule the streets of our city. Now you see, but handful. Here is a picture of one of the many X-mas decorations. 

In the city centre they replaced an ugly bell looking thing by this wonderful layered structure. It exposes the facades of the buildings of Brisbane and gives our city a much needed face lift. Now, of course it looks fab! 

Westend, a funky suburb in Brisbane is the place to eat. With a wide variety of ethnic cuisine you can enjoy just about anything your heart desires... if you happen to book. In our case we were eight, and we found it close to impossible to find a restaurant that would allows in, in such short notice. 

My sister, Jason B and yours truly at Westend waiting far too long for a simple Greek dish. 

This sums up Brisbane. Make way for progress, lets bring down the colonial buildings and put some modern architecture... 

At Cylinder Beach we have three volunteer life savers, some surfers and some girls enjoying the Queensland sun. By far Cylinder Beach would have to be one of my favourite beaches in Australia. It is amazing that it took me 14 years to discover its existance. It is just in front of my city. 

For those of you who have been to other sand islands. Straddie is not as untouched as it once was. It has a range of funky bistros, bars and cafes. I dunno who goes to them. Here's a picky of one of'em. 

As my sister, who was responsible for the care of the camera, rushed to capture the beauty of the strolling waves, the conifers, the empty blue sky and the gradients of the water.. I sucked my tummy in. 

When the water is trapped by the rocks, the iron in the sand gives a redish tint to the water. Any oil that is trapped in the still waters then rises to the top forming a film that reflects light in a rainbow of colours. My siter captured this well on this shot. 

These palm trees are very common in Straddie and Queensland beaches. My sis, took a very creative shot of them here. 

My sister at the first gorge we saw. 

This is either French Men's beach or Dead Man's beach. I think it is Dead Man's 'cause it always looked more peaceful than French Man's. The funny thing was that at French Man's we got asked for a light by the only other visitor... a French man. 

I love the changes in the colour of the water as you go from the shallows to the depths of the sea :D 

This gorge reminded me of my time in Ithaca. Cause Ithaka is Gorges, I guess you could say the same thing about Stradbroke Island... 

More shots of the beatiful gorges of Stradbroke Island. 

This prevalent weed is affectionately known as Kangooroo's Claw. It is a pest and you should destroy it if you see it. Or in my case take a picuture of it and post it on your blog. 

Last weekend I did what I normally do when I get visitors. My sister came up from Melbourne and I wanted to show her the Brisbane she never knew... well at least the Stradbroke Island she never knew. Here is a photo of Main Beach at Straddie. Kilometres and kilometres of beaches.