The Reef with No Grief

When we got back from sailing, Foss and I hopped in his car to go up to Mission Beach. We drove to a National Park about in the middle of Airlie Beach and Mission Beach. It was about 9pm, so we weren't up for the whole drive especially after sailing.

But the park was closed.

So we were both frustrated, tired and cranky.

We ended up driving down a road that had no outlet, but there was a round-a-bout filled with trees.

We camped there.

Yet. Another hot night and we got up at the crack of mother-effing dawn. It blew.

But it was Foss' birthday.

I had gone to the grocery store the day before, so I planned to cook him an awesome breakfast -- camping style.

We went down to the National Park and I cooked up some bacon, fried eggs and pancakes.

Whoa. I know. Amazing.

Then we went down to Alligator Creek (which didn't have any alligators) and swam around. There were little waterfalls so we swam over those -- that was really fun.

I sound like such a loser. I hate writing my blog back-to-back. I get bored with it after awhile, and I post too much at once.

But this is my life until I'm off the road.

ANYWAY.

We drove onward to Mission Beach which proved to be rather boring. We hung around the Information center for a bit before we decided...let's just go to Cairns.

We drove up to Cairns while Foss received B-day calls from his family. It worked out nicely.

And we decided to get ourselves a hostel for the night, not only for his birthday, but because we needed a good night's sleep.

After checking in and receiving the best service EVER from a hostel, we went out to the Woolshed to get ourselves a free meal -- courtesy of the hostel.

It was gross. But, hey, it was free. We drank a few beers and I met up with Minelle from Sydney. She just happens to be in Cairns during the time we're here.

Thank God for her, because ever since we checked out of the hostel, we've been using the YHA facilities like it's our job. Or as if we were paying for it.

We decided to book a trip to the Great Barrier Reef for Saturday and Minelle asked to come along.

Unfortunately for her, she ended up not feeling so hot and had one bad thing happen after the other.

She threw up.

Twice.

She got stung by a jellyfish.

She fell down some stairs.

She felt sick again.

But OMG, whoa. The Great Barrier Reef is great.

Phenomenal.

Totally worth every penny spent.

The best trip planned.

And now -- I show you pictures.

Lots of pictures.

Enjoy!

Later that night we went to the Rhinobar to get yet another free meal courtesy of the cruise. It was nasty -- Chicken Puke...I mean Satay. But hey. Again. It was free.

Then Foss and I decided we'd stay the night in the TV room since it was a/c'd and our night before was just too hot.

That proved to be stupid. Again.

Oh well. Sleep is not important.

Off we go to Cape Tribulation. Supposedly the best Rainforest area in OZ. I think. I probably just made that up.

But I's excited. This trip has proven to be quite amazing and Foss and I talk about how we wish it would never end.

But it will.

Which just means I'll be off to another adventure. No doubt about it.

Sailing the Whitsundays

On our way up to Airlie Beach to sail the Whitsundays, we stopped in the awesome town of Bundaberg. It was pretty much amazing.

Okay, okay, I lie.

But here are a few pics of the store of the distillery. They wanted $25 and um, hi, I is broke. Not like, "OMG, I only have $7,691,237,126,323 in my bank account" broke. But more like, "I have $20 to my name to last me the rest of this trip" broke.

Damn.

As we drove up the coast, we went through a very small town called Gin Gin. I was driving so Ross was taking in the sights. One of them being a Sunday Roast. A $7 Sunday Roast.

Score. We ate like kings.

We drove on to a small town outside of Rockhampton called Yeppon. We had planned to camp in or near the National Park there, but quickly found out it was, um, really small there.

Jerks.

We found a place to park overlooking to the ocean with all the facilities you could ever need. We setup our "camping site" and ate our delicious leftover roast. The way we got to start doing things.

We went to bed in the blazing heat -- windows up -- and I woke up stating, loudly:

"I'm so miserable."

So. I got up, walked around the campsite. Topless.

Yes. Cuz that's a good idea in the middle of nowhere. I'm surprised I didn't die.

It was all good. We just needed some air circulating in the car.

We got up in the AM where we took a shower underneath a beach shower out in the open. Yes. I was wearing a bathingsuit this time around.

Foss actually found a frog just chillin in the toilet. Shouldn't that prove to you how hot it really was?

We ate breakfast, saw another couple in the same situation as us. White station wagon. Pillows for curtains. Showering under the beach showerhead. It was like looking in the mirror. Bizarre.

Off we went to Airlie Beach. We drove about 500kms -- so we were a bit tired once we got there.

We went from travel agent to travel agent trying to find the best standby rates -- but there weren't really any amazing deals. Plus it was school holidays and Easter, so everyone and their mom had booked something. We were SOL.

We talked to a travel agent, Tina, who told us about a 12-person sailing trip that sounded like the best idea. Wasn't cheap, but we knew it'd be worth it -- we'd make it worth it.

We walked down to Magnum's - a large hostel - where we got ourselves a beer. We declared ourselves happy with our decision and went off to buy last minute things for a trip going out the next day. We bought some white goon (because they don't allow red on the boat) and got some pizza that was having quite the special. And it wasn't half bad. Pizza here sucks in OZ, so it was exciting to get something decent.

However, I ate it like a champ. Fatty. I'd say I'll go on a diet while I'm here, but they ain't gonna happen. Boo.

We walked around the backpacker hostels to figure out where we could put our cold food while we were gone -- Koala's hostel turned out to be the pick.

We setup camp along with 707623123 other van backpackers. That seemed a bit silly, but it was a place to sleep.

And yes. It was just as hot as the night before. But we learned to open the windows this time. So it helped a little bit.

In the morning, we got up nice and early, took another shower in a beach shower and off we went to meet our new best friends.

They sucked.

The whole trip they were as quiet as could be and no one drank anything. We were the only ones enjoying ourselves.

It was awesome to sail the Whitsundays, saw some amazing sights and had an effin blast with Foss. We were the life of the party, no doubt.

Our skipper and his 1 other crew member were both 21. We felt like we put our hands in the lives of two young people. It was a bit frightening. And his crew member, Jenny, was extremely seasick the whole time. It was sad.

Here are a few pics of what we experienced on our sailing trip.

And yes. It was worth it.

Fraser Island -- An Experience

Again. I have very limited access to the internet so my pics are promised, but will not be delivered. They will come. I promise. Again.

I promised you positive information from the biggest sand island in the world.

I sorta have positive news? Actually it was really quite the experience. Wasn't good or bad, but it was an experience. And that's that.

Okay, okay. Details. I know. Not necessarily because you want to read them, but because I want to remember.

And....we're off.

We arrived at Fraser Roving hostel and immediately booked our 4WD experience. We thought we got a decent price -- not the best, not the worst, but good enough for all that was included.

Ross & I checked into our room (108 to be exact) with about 10 bed in the room. Whoa. Luckily, we were the only ones there. TRUE.

He went for a swim, I wrote some updates and that was that.

We got ourselves a drink before our briefing about our upcoming trip. It was a very informative session with about 17 other people. A lot of information. Too much information to remember.

Yes. I blanked out several times. What we covered? Not really sure, except cross your arms over your chest if you encounter a dingo. Seems like I got the best piece of information.

During our briefing, we met our new best friends for the next 3 days. A Norwegian couple, Erian and Frida, a English couple, Patrick and Tasha and then there were 3 others that were going to arrive a little bit later that night.

We signed our lives away to drive the vehicles, watched two really gay videos about Fraser Island (waste. of. time.) then we were split into two groups (one in on vehicle, the other group in another) and we were done.

We got together in our groups and talked about what kind of food we'd want on the trip as it would be easy to buy in bulk and share. Done and done.

The hostel offered an All-You-Can-Eat-Mexican for next to nothing, so Ross and I got that and ate our life away. I ate so much, I had to throw up.

Srsly.

We were sitting there, talkin to a nice Irish girl, Kristen, who was in the other group and I had to excuse myself to go throw up. I had ate so much, my stomach was in my esophagus. Ew.

Ross and I went back to the room to find the other 3 girls in our group. They were three young danish girls who seemed like they were having a blast in Australia. Very friendly, very young. We only met 2 of them as the other girl was off doing her own thing.

Ppl. This was the worst night ever. It was so hot in the room. Apparently people at this hostel like to stay up til 5 in the morning screaming their heads off. It wasn't a pleasant time. And I felt old thinking that.

We all got up around 6am to get ready and take off for our awesome, exciting adventure in a crammed 4WD (a very bright pink Toyota). Our only stop before going to the island was the grocery store -- and that proved to be a bit difficult.

Although we knew what everyone technically wanted, we were still not on the same page. But it all worked itself out in the end and we ended up paying about $4 a head for our meals for the next 3 days. Not too shabby.

Then we all got alcohol. Sweet.

It turned out the English couple, Pat & Tasha, were on the same page as us so we bought some food with them as well as alcohol to split. It worked out nicely. And they also gossiped with us that they over heard one of the girls on the phone last night complaining she was stuck with 3 couples. "It's going to be the most boring trip EVER."

Thanks for that. Her name is Ida (E-Duh). She's from Denmark, but has an American accent. Very confusing when she started to speak Danish to her friends. And she acted like that totally typical 21 year old loud-mouthed American. We were all very excited.

*insert eye-roll here*

Ross was the first one to drive the 4WD and he did beautifully. I was really nervous cuz um, I had never driven a 4WD. Period. And it didn't look easy. Remember, it's a sand island. So um. You can get stuck. Really stuck and potentially tip over. I guess I remembered that from the briefing as well. No good.

But I guess he pretended enough to know what he was doing so we got to our first destination in one piece. Sweet.

As soon as we hit Eurong Beach (a resort on the island -- no we didn't stay there), we got out, used the facilities and hopped on the beach to get to our next destination -- Lake Wabby. But due to some unforeseen circumstances, we ended up turning around. The beach was coming up way too fast and they warn you to NOT get any salt water in the vehicle or it'll cost you a grand. We avoided the water like a plague.

So back to Eurong we went and had lunch and hung around. Apparently there was another lake we had to visit, so we went there -- Lake Birrabunna. It was GORGEOUS. Crystal clear water, white sandy beaches with an amazing backdrop of trees and forests. Lovely.

But. That was VERY short-lived as Pat & Tasha forgot their bag with all their IDs, credit cards, etc. in it. Whoops. So, being the happy group we were, we all hopped back in the trucks to find their bag. We got back to Eurong (for the third time) to see that there were good people on the island who hadn't even touched the bag. Thank God. We were happy for them.

And coincidentally, it was low tide, so we could get back on the beach to find out camping destination.

But somehow, not sure if it was the weather or what, we found ourselves in another predicament and the tide was coming in fast. We couldn't get to our suggested campsite, so we found refuge up the beach in some random spot. It was all good. Got everything setup before dark.

Sort of.

Turns out, the tent I picked for Ross and I to use was a piece. An absolutely piece of shit. We had to tape the poles together since they were completely snapped. And we prayed that it wouldn't rain or else we'd be soaked.

Once that was fixed...I mean that very lightly...we started our dinner and started in on the goon. I had to pop a squat since there aren't bathrooms anywhere, and that was kind of scary -- even in the daylight. Dingos love to eat children. Well, not really, but they prey on small things and when girl's squat -- theyz bez smallz.

We eat dinner -- which turned out to be a three course meal of meat. Steak, sausage then a hamburger, WHOA. And we really dig into the goon. Play a dumb game of horseracing (drinking card game), but it was all good cuz it got us drunk. Fast. And if you're on Fraser Island, camping in the middle of nowhere, you want to get drunk.

As we were playing the game, someone yells out that there's a dingo walking through camp. We realized the next day how stupid we were, we were probably doing the exact opposite of what you're supposed to do and should've been dingo dinner, but he just stopped by to say hello.

I got over the card game fast, so I made Foss come with me to the beach so we could pee. We went to our separate quarters (drunk girl popping a squat...not. a. good. idea.) and then met up. Of course, being the drunk girl who thinks to much, we start talkin serious and I profess that I'd move to England for him.

*Record Screeching*

WTF. Remind me to not get drunk again. Kthx.

And that's all I remember. Not sure how we got back to the tent, but we did. Not that it mattered. Within a matter of hours, there was a torrential downpour. Everything in the tent was SOAKED. But because I was drunk, I was laughing about it. I kept waking up telling Foss I was wet and then we'd shuffle around, pass out. Woke up -- "I'm soaked" -- shuffle -- pass out. This happened a couple of more times. My favorite was that he would get mad that I didn't tell him sooner.

Hi. Still Drunk.

Eventually the rain subsides and we looked out of the tent to see 7 people staring back at us from the truck. Apparently everyone's tent had been drowned. We laughed uncontrollably at this point. All you can do is laugh. That's for sure.

Only thing that blew was Ross losing his camera to the rain. It was in a nice pool of water when we woke up. And it's his dad's camera.

Whoops.

We all got up and put away the drenched tents. The Danish girls actually found a crab in their tent. Funny thing is that their tent was the furtherest from the beach. Ha! How he got all the way up there to setup a home, I don't know. One girl -- Sabrina -- she immediately said, "I thought I felt something crawling around in my hair!"

Huh? And you didn't try to brush it away? Oh, the Danish.

I think one of the funniest things on the trip was the fact that a girl from the other truck walked up to us asking if we were missing a flip flop.

Note. Flip Flop. One. One Flip Flop.

Like we'd all look down and notice, "Oh Dear! I've been walking around with one flip flop this whole time! Silly me!"

Foss and I still laugh about that today.

We drive off to Happy Valley where we find refuge at a YHA. We all think about grabbing a bed there if it rains again. Our night was that miserable.

Then, we drove on down to Indian Head where we saw some really spectacular views. Unfortunately the engine overheated on the way there, but it was cool -- just needed some water and a breather. The other group just flew right by us. Nice one.

After Indian Head, we drove to Eli Creek which was...a creek. Apparently, if we had walked further in we would've seen some spectacular sights, but we were over it all. We wanted to see Lake McKenzie (what Fraser is KNOWN for), so we drove on to Eurong to use the phone (to tell the hostel their tents SUCK) and grab ourselves some sugar to keep us going.

We met up with another Fraser Roving group that were leaving that day to exchange tents and life was good. We were off to Lake McKenzie now.

We ate some lunch and had a dingo visit us during our break. But he wasn't the scary dingo I had pictured. He was rather timid and just hungry. Poor fellow. No. We did not feed him.

And down to the lake we went.

Ppl, this lake is really what it's cracked up to be. Absolutely gorgeous. Wish I had stayed there longer.

We decide to camp at Central Station -- totally not sticking it our itinerary -- but quickly find out you have to pay for it. We shrug it off and stay anyway...we'll deal with the ranger if he ever shows up. Always easier to ask for forgiveness than permission.

Sabrina cooks us a nice Spaghetti Bolognese meal. She kind of turned out to be our chef while Ross and I were dubbed Mom and Dad.

Awesome. Pfftt.

We then start in on the goon and play the game of 7 as well as Slap. And sing Danish songs to make people drink faster and more. Brew hahah!!

OMG. We had so much fun. Too much fun. And poor Ida got wasted. So drunk that she tried to convince a Candadian guy from another camp to "come home with her." Luckily, he was a nice guy and put her to bed.

I found this out the next day as I passed out at 9pm.

I guess I am Mom.

We woke up DRY (yyayayayay!) but at 6am since Frida was singing to everyone to wake up. Bitch.

We clean ourselves up (yes, there were facilities here...sweeet), break down and off we went to Lake Wabby.

There were some crazy roads to get to Lake Wabby. Lots of bumps which the people in the back didn't appreciate. But, eh, it was fun. We took a nice long walk (where Ross and I had to babysit Ida -- she's a talker) to the lake which was at the end of a sand dune.

Way. Awesome.

Unfortunately we had 3 hours to kill there, so we sat in the lake just chatting it up. I was stupid and forgot sun-block, so I ended up burning my back. Not too badly, but enough to kick myself for.

The other Danish girl I haven't really mentioned much about is a complete idiot. She was the typical blonde bimbo. No offense to bimbos across the globe. But damn, Linneia was STUPID.

To do something, Foss and I walked back to the car where we had lunch and chatted with some people passing by. It was nice to get away from the group and be one-on-one.

We were about to walk back when everyone showed up because they were over it. We cleaned up the dishes, packed up the truck and we were off to the barge.

Everyone in the group looked absolutely beat. We all couldn't wait to get off this island and get a real shower.

We got back to Hervey Bay where the trucks were taken, we were all good to go, and we all got a shower in. Sweet. Although it was the coldest shower I've ever taken, I wanted it like that. Oh, did it feel so amazing.

We did a load of laundry only to find out the washing machine wouldn't spin, so it was soaking wet. We should've thought it out, but instead we just hung it to dry. And crossed our fingers.

Ross and I took one for the team to go complain about the tents to the manager. Honestly, he could've cared less.

He kept raising his hand saying, "Don't go there." Whaaat?!? Where were we supposed to go? He gave us $10 back for the 4th tent we hired and gave us a free jug of beer as well as two free All-You-Can-Eat-Mexican (kill me now), but, I didn't over do it this time. Thank God.

We sat around with everyone and talked about our trip as well as what was everyone's next adventure. It was good.

Foss and I walked around Hervey Bay and walked out to the jetty where we looked up at the stars. It was spectacular. We talked about the trip and ruled it as neither good or bad -- just quite the adventure. And that's the only way to explain it.

We both pass out, in a less hot room, where we are suddenly awoken every hour to screaming people. This hostel is MAD.

We packed up everything, got situated and off we were to our next adventure.

Again. Not a terrible experience, just an experience. Something I'll never forget. And that's what it's all about.

Glass Hizzy Mountains

Upon our arrival on the outskirts of Bribane, we were hungry. Real hungry. Although we hadn't done much with our day, we were interested in finding ourselves a place to stop, cook and pass out. I was fairly hungover from the night before.

We drove through the outer parts of Brisbane until we reached our final destination. Foss had picked this part of Oz because of what he had read about it in the Lonely Planet. I'll soon find out that he picks based solely on what the Lonely Planet has to say.

Foss asked me to drive, which was extremely nerve-wrecking, but I pressed on. Luckily, when I'm on the HWY (or known here as the Motorway -- MWY) I can easily assume I should be on the left side due to all the cars as well as the median.

Finally we find the Glass House Mountain Lookout and are shocked to see the beauty of it. Absolutely gorgeous. But, unfortunately, the sun was setting so we didn't have a lot of time to setup and prepare ourselves for the night.

So. We took a few pictures of the sunset:

and then we walked a very short circuit around the lookout. Very short. 800m short.

Turns out we weren't the only ones smart enough to camp here for free. There was a van from the Wicked company. They're known for their crazy vans painted with the most obscene images or words.

For instance. My favorite one to date. Two gingerbread cookies fornicating on the side of a van. Classic.

There was also another campervan, but more luxurious, parked at the front.

For dinner, we had noodles with...you guessed it...that damn chicken we still were picking off. It was quite delicious.

And I made a camping stable -- S'mores. Foss had never heard of these and I found that absolutely preposterous, so I forced us to buy the goods for the best dessert known to a camping man.

I win. He loved it.

After dinner we laid our heads on a bench overlooking the mountains. The stars were absolutely spectacular that night. So clear, so vivid. It was amazing. But the bats were OUT and a bit O.O.C. And we were getting bitten to death. So we called it a night and went to camp out in the cozy backseat of the station wagon.

I didn't sleep AT ALL that night. Not sure if it was the incredible rainfall we had, the fact I was afraid someone was peering into the car as we slept or maybe it was Foss' snoring. Hey. It might've been the luxurious make-shift bed we were sleeping on. I just can't be certain. Regardless, I didn't get any sleep.

What does no sleep mean for Mariah?

Bitch-mode. I wasn't a happy camper. Literally.

We made ourselves a yummy brekky (bacon, eggs, hashbrowns and bread -- dear GOD), packed up and were off to the Australia Zoo. Mr. Steve Erwin's claim to fame (among other things, i.e. sting rays).

Bad news was that it was raining. Not hard. But not pretty. And when it's raining like that -- I'm out. Who wants to indulge $50 to see some animals in the rain? Not me. Plus, we have to come back. Why not trek on and go to the zoo on the way back?

It was a plan. So we ventured off to a new spot. Noosa. And what a gorgeous town that was....

Byron, Forests, Gold Coast, Oh My!

FYI. Since my internet is pretty much non-existent, I won't be posting pics with this
blog, but they will be posted at a later date. Promise. Thanks for your patience.

Updating my blog has become rather difficult, as you can tell from the lack of posts.
Not because I'm bored out of my mind with NOTHING to report. It's the fact that we
are really camping.

And by camping, I mean, finding the most beautiful spot to park, moving all the shiznit
from the back to the front and laying our heads down to rest in the back of a
station wagon.

For free.

These past 6 days have been amazing. And I'm not just saying that to make people
think I'm havin a great time while in reality I'm completely miserable.

I. Really. Am. Having. Fun.

Ross and I thoroughly enjoy one another's company and we haven't bitched each
other out. Yet. He's a true gentlemen and really thinks about others before himself.
It's a nice change of pace.

Blah blah blah. Who wants to hear about all that mushy gushy stuff. Yeah. Me
Neither.

So. I left off with our shooting star spectacular in Byron Bay.

The next morning, we got up and went to the lighthouse in Byron Bay. It's kinda of a
staple here in this town because of the fact it's the most Easternly point in Australia.
Look. I'm not lying.

That was cool, but it was hot and my ankle wasn't a huge fan of the uphill/downhill
scenario.

So. We got ourselves down to the beach and tried our luck in boogie boarding.

Yeah. Neither of us caught a wave, but we had a great time laughing about it.

Then we went to the grocery store to get ourselves some dinner -- which was a
brilliant idea. We bought ourselves one of those really greasy chickens that are
pre-cooked. Um. First -- delicious. Second -- lasted us for days. FOR DAYS.

And we enjoyed our delicious chicken with sweet potato mash, made by Mr. Foss
(my nickname for him) and I made some delicious steamed broccoli. For some
poor-ass people, we sure are living the dream. Ha!

Then we were off to go meet up with a girl I met on the bus from Surfers Paradise to
Byron. Really nice girl from the UK who's traveling the world. Oh right. I already told
you about her. Anyway. We met up at the Beach Hotel and had a couple of drinks
then we walked ourselves home where Ross and I laugh THE WHOLE WAY
HOME. There just wasn't any stopping us. Boom.

The next morning we got ourselves up and packed up all of our stuff and we said
goodbye Byron. It was bittersweet since we were having such a good time, but
there was camping to be had! None of this cozy hostel crap.

By suggestion of one of Ross' friends, Fi, we drove to the Lamington National Park
which was absolutely breath-taking. Notice how most of my pics are of nice
beaches or flat-lands, but rarely any mountains and the like? Well this is where my
pictures change. Glorious.

So we had lunch (yes, chicken) with a bit of Mug-a-Goon. Our new name for boxed
wine, since we don't have wine glasses. It fits. And it's funny. So there.

Afterwards we walked a 4km trek to the Gollossum Pools. And, unfortunately, it
wasn't that cool considering we definitely walked more than 4km and all downhill.

Which meant the trek up was going to be all uphill and more than 4km. Ugh. But we
did see a GINORMOUS iguana that leaped out at us and made me scream and
we also saw a rooster who somehow disappeared into thin air when we reached
his path. Don't ask questions, we aren't.

Then it was time to setup shop. We found out it would cost us $24 to camp in the
actual park, so we decided to go back out of the park and stop at an overlook that
was rather breathtaking. And where some paragliders happened to fly from. So.
Awesome.

Our first night in the car was uneventful, but a good laugh. And surprisingly
comfortable. Who would've thunk!

The next morning we awoke to all the paragliders setting up as well as an all
female Eco-tour. However, I'm convinced they weren't all female. They were all
lesbian. I mean, really. It just made sense.

Foss went over and talked to the "head-honcho" and got some information on
where to go for an awesome trek. And he stole some of their breakfast. Sad. We're
beggars.

As we were on our way to the trek, we pulled the car over because we saw the
most exquisite sight. The Gold Coast in the distance with the forest stretching out
towards it. Beautiful.

And Foss picked me some flowers. Aw.

We went to the Springbrook National Park where we went on a 4km circuit through
Twin Falls. It was beautiful.

Afterwards we went to a little cafe to get some water (we didn't plan on the trek
being as long as it was) and found some AMAZING hats. Srsly. Are these not just
amazing.

We bought 12.

On our way down to the Gold Coast we saw a sign for the "Best of All Lookouts."
We were pretty stunned that this might be, holy wow, the best of all. So we had to
have a look.

Good thing it was rainy and gross. Because that view was spectacular. Wow. So
spectacular, we didn't know what to do with ourselves. So we made a lot of jokes
and I think one of our favorites was that the guy who named the Best of All
Lookouts really had the last name of "Best of All." Has to be.

Off we went to go to the Gold Coast so we could see the sights and have a nice
night out of partying.

Only thing was we didn't really book in advance, so we had nowhere to stay.

Fortunately, since I had lived there, I had a couple of contacts. One guy from
couchsurfing that said I could crash as well as get us in for free at the Wicked Party
tour or my old roommate, since no one had moved in yet.

We were in luck and took my old roommate option. He's so freakin laid-back and
chill, I really appreciate the fact that I got to meet him and get to know him. PIMP.
So we got ready really fast and went to Strike Bowling to meet up with the Wicked
Party group. Ran into the head guy Nic, who had some crazy pink hair, and
slapped some wrists bands on us and said, "have fun."

Um. AWESOME.

So we got to go to 5 clubs where we received 5 drink coupons. You'd think 5 drinks
would be enough, but, um no. We still spent too much money on alcohol.

We started at Strike Bowling where everyone needed more liquid courage, went to
Melba's where everyone started to enjoy themselves with dancing, went to a
terrible place called Cheers & Drinks -- or something gay. I ended up dancing with
a guy there which was kind of dumb. But it prompted something else, I'll get to it in a
minute.

Then we got to go to The Bedroom, which is somewhere I've been wanting to go. It
was okay, not very exciting so I was a bit disappointed. Le Sigh.

Then Foss and I were ready to go back to Broadbeach and hit up a few bars there.
We went to Liars (where I met Vic) and had a drink, but sat and talked. About what?

The fact that I told the guy I danced with that Foss wasn't my man. Oh dear. Since
we hadn't gone over the guidelines of this trip to an exact T, I wasn't sure what to
call Foss.

Basically. We concluded. We're boyfriend/girlfriend.

SCORE. It's back on people, back on.

We then left Liars and headed for the Casino since I just couldn't stop myself from
going there All. The. Time. We didn't gamble, but instead we talked about serious
stuff. Why do I do this all the time? Whenever I get drunk, I get serious. And it's gay.
Someone slap me on the wrist. Hard.

The next morning we woke up with some serious hangovers. It wasn't pretty. So we
did some laundry, I watched a few deleted scenes from Forgetting Sarah Marshall
and then we were off. Went to Pacific Fair so we could buy a windshield shade for
the car and Foss wanted to try on some t-shirts. He's obsessed with t-shirts.

And being that we were going back out into the wilderness, we decided to get
some cheap grub from BK -- or as OZ knows it, Hungry Jacks. It wasn't half bad.

So. On our way we went. Off to The Glass House Mountains. That post is NEXT (in
like 5 weeks)!