Gold Coast

So, on this train thing that we took from brisbane to the gold coast I had such reminiscent thoughts of amurrica. The train was like home. the outside views were like home, the whole place was so american it was weird. Made me happy that I studied in NZ instead of aus.

We arrived late afternoon and found our hostel pretty easily. There were people moving out at the time we got there, but no one seeming to be moving in. Once settled we wandered into town, looking for the beach and a shop to buy sunnies. After going the wrong direction for a while, we figured it out and found a beach that, like the trains, reminded me of home. Populated, supervised, straight up sand and water kinda beach.

Then we found a mall and walked around in there for a while and enjoyed some coffee at starbucks [cough amurrica]. We bought food at the supermarket to suffice as dinner and breakfasts for the next days, and I picked up a goon because I'm a classy lady. 30 standards for $11. not bad ae.

Dinner was funny without a microwave since I bought microwavable food, which meant I stuck the plastic bag filled with a fish fillet into boiling water hopint it would do the trick. pretty successful.

JAcob ended up going to see a concert that night, and I didn't want to spend the money for a band I had never really heard of, so we parted ways and I went out with the hostel. A group of us met at 9pm downstairs for drinking games [as in, a handful of awkward people with different accents trying to get drunk. awkwardly] it picked up though and ended up being pretty fun, and we all got let into one club and got one drink for free there. After downing that, I followed a couple of girls to a club that they said ladies could drink free at till midnight. bingo. So, the way this worked was you'd get a glass, and when you finish it, just bring it back and fill it again. The drinks were pretty weak, with only a mere jigger surrounded by some chaser and an entire iceberg [or bubbly, but ew], but I managed to skull ~15 of them, just going bartender to bartender. It became somewhat of a game.

We moved around club to club [leaving me with stamps all over my arm come morning [afternoon]] and I met a lot of really funny people, before making my drunken way home and passing out hard.

Once I peeled myself from my slumber the next day I decided the beach was what I needed to get mobile again. It was soo nice out and the water was great. The horrific sunburn on the other hand, not so good, but that didn't hit me for a while anyway. After the beach I jumped in the pool back at the hostel, and ended up floating around in a teeny kiddie pool for a while.

We had time to kill before the hostel bbq dinner we had signed up for, so we wandered around town and ran into a street fair. I ended up tasting many yummy things and buying a ring that was made of an old spoon, a leather bracelet, and a little australia boomerang leather keychain. There were heaps of other things I had to hold back from buying, but all good.

I then got a 30cent icecream at mcdonalds whilst stealing their internet to book busses, and went back to the hostel to get ready for dinner.

Dinner was pretty funny, as we'd all wait in line and slowly get served one item at a time, be it a tiny hamburger on a piece of white bread or a sausage on a piece of white bread. I don't understand why they put everything on whitebread here... buns are so much better. Onions/cheese/sauce/bits of lettuce accompanied.

Going out seemed to attract more people this Friday as the pre out drinking games were filled with people and way more fun. I interacted with a bunch of new accents, and realise how adorable the irish accent can be on chicks.

The night followed a similar path, going club to club, and ending by walking a half hour in the wrong direction, and then finding my hostel.

Best drunk characters of the night:

Boston. His name is anders, but he's from boston, so he's boston. On the way, he found one of those claw things to grab shit with, and while we sat in the club, he grabbed people's asses, and they had no idea.

James. Pick up line: "I know this is weird, but I love you. I just have to tell you that I love you." never met him before.

Brazilian Trio I met outside: they found glowsticks like it was their job.