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I was in Melbourne last weekend with mo, sean, and Justin. We took the overnight bus there. Words cannot describe the wonders of this journey. The ride there was bar none the most heightened expirence of discomfort I have ever known. The ride was roughly 11 hours. worse for justin than the rest of us, since by random coincidence a girl he had taken out once a week before and never intended to call back was sitting right behind us. the laughter and discomfort which ensued from this cant be summed up by anything but justins array of faces and expressions throughout the weekend. We arrived in Melbourne at 6:45. we were desperate. We napped.
By some odd connection to andy roddick through liz, we managed to have tickets to the Australian Open. I didn’t even know this until the night b4 said event. Not being a tennis fan, or knowing anything at all about the sport, I was still pretty psyched. We had 2 tickets to the main arena, which we switched between the 4 of us all afternoon. Turns out, our connection is pretty well connected. We were sitting about 3 rows back from the players families. It was ridiculous. It felt like cheating. I didn’t even know what the hell was goin on, and somehow I got the free ticket to watch with the posh tennis folk. we saw the semi final men’s match between federo and ferrera. We saw martina navrotolova play and win doubles as well. We took goofy pictures with digital images of tennis stars, free by American express-- including a great shot of us drinking VB with andre agassi. Sean and I left the match early and wandered the city. We saw the largest casino in the southern hemisphere, woah. It spit fire at me. Right as we walked out the doors, this pillar of fire shot up-not like, “aw, cute pyrotechnics” fire. A giant billow of flames set to go off at the hour. Justin, sean, and I went out after we got back to find night time fun, but alas, we were unsuccessful. We found out the next day that if we’d walked 3 blocks further down the street where we’d been looking, we’d have hit the main stretch of clubs/pubs. Meh.
Saturday was the great ocean road. We got on a bus at 7am with about 15 other tourists from all over, including who became my gay german friend, christoff, and a newly kindled romantic super-duo-and Italian and a brazilian, who quite possibly saw the least scenery ever on a scenic tour. It was impressive. I mean, that’s the whole point. You pay $65 to do a scenic tour of some of the most impressive natural wonders to ever be located on the same stretch of coast. These two, who we had the privledge of sitting behind, did not remove their tounges from one another for a periods of longer than 30 seconds the entire trip. They actually became part of the spectacle of the trip. Hell, they made it into the journal entry b4 the actual natural wonders did. But about them-- I wish I coud do half as good a job at describing them as my digital camera did:
www.digitalsushi.com/home/aprilcsw (russ is the man)
this is where all my pics will eventually be. As soon as I figure out how to make them a manageable size they’ll be nice and user friendly.
The 12 apostles were amazing. Despite the overcast sky, and the lack of any real spiritual reanosing behind the name, it was visually moving. Evidentally, they used to be called the sow and her pups -after penguins or something, but it wasn’t as appealing a touristy name as the 12 apostles. For the most part, all the pictures tell the story of the day.
then we ate wonderful italian food and hoped on street corners, to make justin feel "less empty".
The night, on the other hand, I’ll have to relate to you. Cause im the only one who knows the story. We went to a bar/club called DeBiers on flinders st. it was very very chill. I really wanted to dance. My compatriots were not so excited. i got them to for "hey ya" but only shortly. sean abandoned me at the mere sight of an approaching australian male (kidding, sean). to make a long long story very short, they ended up leaving me with what became a whole group of melbournite friends. i had an amazing time with amazing people, who reminded me a lot of my friends from home. very very cool, in that, "interesting cause we are smart, quazi-geeky, and still chill" sort of way. we danced our groove things off, then went to another lounge and drank more. woah drinking. damn good thing i wasnt paying for anything by this point. anyway, i didnt end up back at the hostile till like 5 minutes before we were supposed to check out of it. which was awful. i am a horrible person. it was the dumbest thing i have done on this trip. i was totally off the map for a few hours there, between my calling them that night and in the morning, and i still feel awful and like a lame friend for it. in my defence, as lame as it is, i was so so so very wasted, and in retrospect, nothing even remotely bad happened to me as a result. my melbournite friends were very very harmless and really good people, including driving me back to the hostile in the morning. i still suck. and i totally learned my lesson. but, if justin, mo, or sean read this, i really am, once again, truely very sorry for abusing your friendships like that. it was very out of character for me.
so the last day, after no shower and no change of clothes from the night before, we wandered the city. we went to queen victoria market, where i bought many amazing things. then we went to the beach at st. kilda. it was pretty sketch actually. sort of like, it couldnt decide whether to be posh or seedy. we laid down on a grassy noll for a bit, then ate wonderful pasta at a restaurant on fitzroy st. from where we watched the melbourne gay and lesbian march. it was colorful and proud, complete with drag queens and lesbians on motorbikes. i met up with 2 of my friend from the night b4, cause i left my jacket with them. then we went to the bus to enjoy another 11 hours of blissful discomfort in our already exhausted states. it was better than the ride there, but lets just say, i know now exactly why its so much cheaper than flying.
By some odd connection to andy roddick through liz, we managed to have tickets to the Australian Open. I didn’t even know this until the night b4 said event. Not being a tennis fan, or knowing anything at all about the sport, I was still pretty psyched. We had 2 tickets to the main arena, which we switched between the 4 of us all afternoon. Turns out, our connection is pretty well connected. We were sitting about 3 rows back from the players families. It was ridiculous. It felt like cheating. I didn’t even know what the hell was goin on, and somehow I got the free ticket to watch with the posh tennis folk. we saw the semi final men’s match between federo and ferrera. We saw martina navrotolova play and win doubles as well. We took goofy pictures with digital images of tennis stars, free by American express-- including a great shot of us drinking VB with andre agassi. Sean and I left the match early and wandered the city. We saw the largest casino in the southern hemisphere, woah. It spit fire at me. Right as we walked out the doors, this pillar of fire shot up-not like, “aw, cute pyrotechnics” fire. A giant billow of flames set to go off at the hour. Justin, sean, and I went out after we got back to find night time fun, but alas, we were unsuccessful. We found out the next day that if we’d walked 3 blocks further down the street where we’d been looking, we’d have hit the main stretch of clubs/pubs. Meh.
Saturday was the great ocean road. We got on a bus at 7am with about 15 other tourists from all over, including who became my gay german friend, christoff, and a newly kindled romantic super-duo-and Italian and a brazilian, who quite possibly saw the least scenery ever on a scenic tour. It was impressive. I mean, that’s the whole point. You pay $65 to do a scenic tour of some of the most impressive natural wonders to ever be located on the same stretch of coast. These two, who we had the privledge of sitting behind, did not remove their tounges from one another for a periods of longer than 30 seconds the entire trip. They actually became part of the spectacle of the trip. Hell, they made it into the journal entry b4 the actual natural wonders did. But about them-- I wish I coud do half as good a job at describing them as my digital camera did:
www.digitalsushi.com/home/aprilcsw (russ is the man)
this is where all my pics will eventually be. As soon as I figure out how to make them a manageable size they’ll be nice and user friendly.
The 12 apostles were amazing. Despite the overcast sky, and the lack of any real spiritual reanosing behind the name, it was visually moving. Evidentally, they used to be called the sow and her pups -after penguins or something, but it wasn’t as appealing a touristy name as the 12 apostles. For the most part, all the pictures tell the story of the day.
then we ate wonderful italian food and hoped on street corners, to make justin feel "less empty".
The night, on the other hand, I’ll have to relate to you. Cause im the only one who knows the story. We went to a bar/club called DeBiers on flinders st. it was very very chill. I really wanted to dance. My compatriots were not so excited. i got them to for "hey ya" but only shortly. sean abandoned me at the mere sight of an approaching australian male (kidding, sean). to make a long long story very short, they ended up leaving me with what became a whole group of melbournite friends. i had an amazing time with amazing people, who reminded me a lot of my friends from home. very very cool, in that, "interesting cause we are smart, quazi-geeky, and still chill" sort of way. we danced our groove things off, then went to another lounge and drank more. woah drinking. damn good thing i wasnt paying for anything by this point. anyway, i didnt end up back at the hostile till like 5 minutes before we were supposed to check out of it. which was awful. i am a horrible person. it was the dumbest thing i have done on this trip. i was totally off the map for a few hours there, between my calling them that night and in the morning, and i still feel awful and like a lame friend for it. in my defence, as lame as it is, i was so so so very wasted, and in retrospect, nothing even remotely bad happened to me as a result. my melbournite friends were very very harmless and really good people, including driving me back to the hostile in the morning. i still suck. and i totally learned my lesson. but, if justin, mo, or sean read this, i really am, once again, truely very sorry for abusing your friendships like that. it was very out of character for me.
so the last day, after no shower and no change of clothes from the night before, we wandered the city. we went to queen victoria market, where i bought many amazing things. then we went to the beach at st. kilda. it was pretty sketch actually. sort of like, it couldnt decide whether to be posh or seedy. we laid down on a grassy noll for a bit, then ate wonderful pasta at a restaurant on fitzroy st. from where we watched the melbourne gay and lesbian march. it was colorful and proud, complete with drag queens and lesbians on motorbikes. i met up with 2 of my friend from the night b4, cause i left my jacket with them. then we went to the bus to enjoy another 11 hours of blissful discomfort in our already exhausted states. it was better than the ride there, but lets just say, i know now exactly why its so much cheaper than flying.