Sitting
in class listening to Jimi Hendrix and The Doors, you think I'd be a bit more enthused.
Instead, I can't stop thinking about whether or not I should go out tonight; even though it’s the same damn thang every Wednesday, or study for my 2 exams I
have coming up next week. Same Goon, different day, ya know? My main concern is
what my next move is in regards to what I'm going to eat for my next meal. I
think I’d actually kill for a grande iced non-fat late with 2 pumps of caramel
right about now. 2 hour and 50 minute classes are bullshit.
Last
night a hand full of us decided to take another whirl at Stingray; a super cool
retro LA vibed out restaurant-bar inside of a hotel called QT in Surfers. 2 Dos
Equis lagers, one Skinny Margarita and 2 ‘drunken prawn tacos’ later I had
spent about 35 bux on what Australia likes to call “Taco Tuesday.” I call
bullshit. Taco Tuesday means $1 tacos and 2-dollar pints, not $5 cans of
Tecate. Where’s Danny when you need him. Danny is a 45 year old man who decided
he wanted to spend $500 on drinks for us girls one night about 2 weeks ago at
Stingray. An unattractive middle-aged man with money to blow? Why not get a few
free drinks since margaritas on a normal night are $15. At least at Stingray
they put more than a quarter shot into your ever so classy martini glass,
chilled and shaken to my theoretical standards. 500 dollars later, wise words
about how to start a business and a meal bought for 4, Danny’s a bit more
unattractive and seedy then when he started. After a long night, we decide to
bail out right after he decides to shower us in 20 dollar bills and gives us an
invite to a ski trip in Hong Hong paid in full, which I’m pretty sure he’s
taking as I speak. Danny means well, he just isn’t well.
Meesh
and I are taking an adventure this Saturday to the Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary
to take selfies with koalas and feed kangaroos. I should be more excited than I
am but it’s kinda more of one of those things you just HAVE to do when in OZ.
I know it gunna kick ass once were there, so i'll have to let you guys in on our
ventures after the weekend comes. Sometimes I wish I were a koala. They’re only
awake for about 5 hours and eat for 3 of them. Sounds like the life…or maybe
just the life after a long night at Sin City. And the circle completes. Back
the pondering thoughts of whether I should give in as usual to Las Vegas Style
Wednesdays at Sin City. Dancing to “mainstream” music and free drinks from the
manager is starting to sound pretty good right about now, then again I’m still
in class and haven’t listened to a single world my overweight, red headed
teacher has said. Keiffer is next to me…I told him I’m writing an essay for a
class I have next week, and now he’s overwhelmed with anxiety because all he’s
done all class is watch YouTube surf videos, hehe ;) Till next time…
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Taco Tuesday with Cam, Worsty, Ashton, Me, Jae, Mushu, Candice and Tiff |
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Say HI to Danny everyone: Me, Worsty and Tiff (Mushu was in a glow-worm cave during this photo) |
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