You know you are in Sydney when...

Your co-worker tells you they have 8 body piercings but none are
visible.

You make over $100,000 and still can't afford a house.

You take a bus and are shocked at 2 people carrying on a conversation in
English.

You never bother looking at the train schedule because you know the
drivers have never seen it.

You can't remember....is dope illegal?

You've been to more than one baby shower that has two mothers and a
sperm donor.

You have a very strong opinion where your coffee beans are grown and can
taste the difference between Sumatra and Ethiopian.

A really great parking space can move you to tears.

You assume every company offers domestic partner benefits.

Your boss runs in "The City to Surf"....it's the first time you have
seen him/her nude.

Your child's 3rd grade teacher has two pierced ears, a nose ring and is
named "Breeze." And, after telling that to a friend, they still need to
ask if the teacher is male or female.

You are thinking of taking an adult class but you can't decide between
yoga, aromatherapy,
conversational Italian - French or a building your own web site class.

You haven't been to Darling Harbour since the first month you moved to
Sydney and you couldn't figure out how to drive to Sydney Tower if your
life depended on it.

A man walks on the bus in full leather regalia and crotchless chaps. You
don't notice.

A woman walks on bus with live poultry. You don't notice.

You think any guy with a George Clooney haircut must be visiting from
the North Shore.

You know that any woman with a George Clooney haircut is not a tourist.

You keep a list of companies to boycott.

You are genuinely surprised when you meet someone who was actually born
in Sydney (but then, they are Swiss/Thai/Brazilin).

You order organic fruit and vegies online, but eat out every night
anyway.

You spent more money on your coffee machine than on your washing
machine.

You spend $250+ for your room in an apartment with stunning
harbour/beach views and European appliances; and then spend a total of
40 hours each week there (37 of which you are sleeping).

You contemplate calling a cab from your home to where you managed to
park the car the night before.

You spend 30 minutes in a traffic jam next to a car with more power to
its speakers than its wheels.

You meet friends for coffee at 1am at your local
Netcafe/Laundromat/Bookstore/Bar/ Alternative healing centre and go for
drinks and pool at nine in the morning.

You go out each Saturday for breakfast and the paper...at 3pm.

Your shiatsu therapist is headhunted by an Internet Startup and your
accountant becomes an actor.

You know everyone's e-mail and mobile number but not their last name or
home address.

You can roll sushi, make pasta and keep your red curry paste recipe
under lock and key...but couldn't roast a chicken to save your life.

Your cab driver was a micro-surgeon before he moved to Australia.

and finally - "You know you live in Sydney, when....

Your hairdresser is straight, Your plumber is gay, The woman who
delivers your mail is straight.... and your Avon Lady is a drag queen.