Last Saturday Hughesy and I went out on the town with our new lax bro/tour guide/renaissance man Sidd. We found ourselves on the Yarra tram on the way down to the southern CBD (central business district) listening to a group of wonderful American girls babble about how they had no idea where they were going or what to do (like us on most nights) and quickly introduced ourselves. Katie, Katie, Helen, Jamie and Cara quickly latched on to our group and our plans since they had none of their own, and after waiting outside "The Deck" for a half hour, were admitted and joined our friend Sidd at the bar. Earlier in the day Sidd had told me he would be my wingman for trying to find and meet some Aussie girls, who may not even exist based on my experiences thus far. Anyway, I have to say that having an Aussie as your wingman for NON-Aussie girls is possibly the worst idea ever so in our case, the American girls who seemed to love me and Hughesy forgot about us like Fischer after his inception (yeah we saw the movie it was incredible). However, we still managed the occassional conversation on the side of Sidd describing the time he was on Deal or No Deal, his DJing talent, his lawyer qualifications but dissatisfaction that has led him to pursue medicine, etc. and Sidd's guidance to a handful of new places was incredible.
This past week was the first week of classes at the Uni. It was an interesting and brand new feeling to go from my first class of a few hundred (which I have never experienced) into my second of about fifteen. My third course was another of a few hundred students entitled "Drugs that Shape Society," a study on the societal and economic effects of alcohol, penicillin, opiates and thalidomide. I think our professor must have mentioned wine as his favorite drug about six times over the course of two classes. Aussies really love their goon. My fourth class, which I take with Chris and Hughesy as well, is "Sport and Education in Australian Society." I think this pretty much explains itself but I must mention that over the course of the semester we get to go to a rugby match, a cricket match (woo...) and go surfing.
On Wednesday I sat for my two hour midday lunch break outside of my faculty center on a nice picnic patio. I think I fell in love three separate times in a half an hour. Got to meet some more Aussie ladies.
For some reason Aussies have this idea that Americans cannot drink very much. On Saturday night, Hughesy and I headed to one of our new friends' 21st, which is a big deal in Australia even though it doesn't really mean much (they can already drink, smoke, etc. by 18). An Aussie about our age, who we had shot the shit with before, started insisting how he would drink us under the table and would be sure to turn us on our sides once we passed out. How thoughtful. Well with an open bar this escalated fairly quickly. However, the last thing I remember was still having a drink in hand (responsibly enjoying it mom, no worries) watching Joe, empty-handed, ruining the birthday boy's picture with his father...good form. After that, we ventured off to find another venue to continue the night while Joe stumbled up King St. alone. Hope ya made it home man.
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