I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know my posts are not what they used to be, and _I'm Sorry_
Anyway. Back to Australia.
The day we arrived we landed in Brisbane, had a hilarious moment and then caught the bus to the hostel we'd be staying at.
When we arrived the place was buzzing. Literally. Every bed was taken, the pool was draped with semi-clad hungover 20 somethings, the restaurant/bar was already belting out the beats. It was then I realised, maybe being in Australia isn't such a bad thing after all.
After walking into the city, forcing our tired bodies to endure a day, we headed back to the hostel to join the other bodies by the pool, only to find the place completely dead.
Where was that cute guy I'd had my eye on?! Where were all the beautifully tanned girls who looked like they'd set up camp? Where was the buzz from before?
Poo on me. It was Creamfields that weekend. Gutted, massively gutted that I missed that. But not to be deterred from life we donned our bed clothes and slept(!)
When we woke we went to a bar and drank some red wine. Never have I ever derived so much pleasure from a couple of glasses of house red as I did that day. It had been 3 months people! 3 months of whiskey that tasted like paint thinner, 3 months of beer, 3 months without fermented grapes! It was divine!
Anyway, as it often does when you're joyful and content, one glass of wine led to another, which led to another, which then led to the after party Creamfields just so happened to be holding at the bar attached to our hostel!
Lots of dancing, lots of laughing, too much wine bibbing,lots of new friend meeting and one very strange encounter. (Jen & Cat read:"Put That AWAY!")
:) x
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