Though the New Zealand part of my adventure ended there, The next stop was Australia. After being dropped off at the airport, I went to the check in desk and tried to check in. Tried. "Oh we closed that flight. You were supposed to be here 5 minutes ago," is what that bitch said. I stared. I stared awkwardly at her. She then, which why the fuck won't you tell this tear filled girl right away, said, "but it's okay. I'll open it for you. hang on." Bitch. Anyway, was really stressed going through security because of that, and then had to show the man all of my liquids one by one, but made it to the plane no problem.
As they went around with their annoying 'do you want to pay to watch movies on our tiny little movie player?' I sat writing letters. "Jennie?" the flight attendant addressed me, "do you want a movie player?" After I said, "uhh.... not really?" she told me that I had apparently paid for one whilst buying my ticket and should get one. Sure. I ended up watching some movie about the world ending and needing a friend, and the beginning of moonrise kingdom. all good. Apparently I also paid for a meal and drinks. Airplane indian food and 4 beers. sweeeeeet as. Only flight problem was the baby next to me, who not only cried, but also kicked me with its little baby feet every few minutes. Bogans.
I landed in Brisbane and immediately found Jacob [well, not immediately. First I rash purchased a waterproof camera in duty-free, and then I struggled with customs as I claimed that I had medicine/illegal drugs... just malaria pills, no biggie]. We took a train into city center and got a shuttle to our hostel. After claiming it home, we went exploring.
The night life seemed pretty sweet, with a Tuesday night scene being filled with live music, live comedy, and heaps of people otp. We got beers at a mexican flavoured bar with a live band. The beer was Toohey, which I found to be a humourous over spelling of the New Zealand Tui, but not as yum, and sat in on a little bit of amatuer stand up comedy. After, we ventured back towards the hostel and spent the night with a few more drinks and good chat with various other Americans we met. Apparently a huge group of Stanford students were staying at our hostel, on their study abroad program which toured them around Australia essentially. The night was fun, and with exhaustion of stress as well as an unaccounted for 3 hour time change, I passed out quite quickly, glasses still on.
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