Birthday Time! - Part II (and a crazy guy)

So, my awesome team down here got me cupcakes with candles and sang Happy Birthday to me. Though, I was caught a bit off guard by the 3 'hip-hip-hoorays' at the end - this was new to me.

You want summa this?

These were good cupcakes. Apparently there
are quite a few good pastry shops in Sydney. I will
make it my mission to track each of them down and
test them for quality. In the name of science, of course.

Also, I was walking back to the office from running a quick errand, when a grizzled man missing a few teeth matched my pace and asked (read: shouted at me), "Ey naw wah dee ays teeday?"

What?

My brain was whirring at a frenetic pace. I have a hard enough time understanding the Australian accent on occasion, but I suspected that his coffee cup was filled more with whiskey than with coffee, which did not help matters. I finally decoded his message to mean 'what day is it today?'

Repressing the urge to respond 'why, today is Christmas Day, sir!' I told him it was Friday, August 8th. The rest of the conversation was...something else entirely. You can't make this stuff up. (note: content has been translated for coherence).

Drunkula: Friday? It sure feels like a (expletive) Saturday.
Me: It sure does!
Drunkula: Are you from Canada?
Me: I'm from California, actually.
Drunkula: Ah, (expletive) California! I love the Eagles! Went to see them in (expletive) concert down in Melbourne. *he kinda begins to sing what vaguely resembles Peaceful, Easy Feeling*
Me: Yeah, they're a great band. I heard that was a fantastic concert.
Drunkula: Well, I didn't actually go to the (expletive) concert, but I went down to Melbourne. *incoherent muttering*
Me: I'm sure it would have been a great concert.
Drunkula: So, California, huh? Isn't Schwarzenegger (note: his pronunciation was slurriffic and filled with a lot of 'sh' sounds) the (expletive) Prime Minister of California?
Me: He's the Governor, actually.
Drunkula: Oh, the (expletive) Governor! That's right. *incoherent muttering, but a spot-on Arnold impression* The only thing he has for brains is (expletive). Trying to protect the environment. What environment?
Me: Yeah...
Drunkula: Where are you from in California? (expletive) Disneyland?
Me: Actually, I'm from San Francisco.
Drunkula: (expletive) San Francisco! What did you do there? Run a (expletive) brothel?
Me: HA HA - no, actually I just moved here-
Drunkula: To run a (expletive) brothel?
Me: I am in L&D here. *I gesture to my building*
Drunkula: Oh really? I'm a (expletive) helicopter pilot on a (expletive) Navy gunship.
Me: Dear God, please be kidding. No kidding? *I look over and notice that he now has a mustache of foam from his "coffee"*
Drunkula: Yeah!
Me: Well, here's my building!
Drunkula: *notices the PWC sign on the front* Oh! (expletive) Price W... *mumble mumble* The price is right!
Me: It certainly is. Nice chatting with you!

Nice guy.