On my birthday, I smoothly landed in Brisbane to be received by Lianne and Matthew. It was so nice to see them! We enthusiastically walked through the streets of Brisbane, and entered a Bottle Shop to buy a big box of Tooheys Extra Dry (= best Australian beer). Lianne's house in Brisbane was amazing! It was huge. I mean really huge. I was lost in that Queensland house many times that weekend. She's living there with nine other international, outgoing house mates. Among them were Irish boys, whom were drinking away on the big balcony preparing for next days' St. Patricksday. Lianne, Matthew and I hid in her room as we had a lot to catch up to. I hadn't seen Matthew, friend from Stockholm, in ages! The box of TED beer was meant for the entire weekend, but we accidentally drank all of it on that Friday night. Whoops. With beer in our belly, we forgot dinner, called a taxi and went to party in Brisbane Nightlife! These next bits of my memory are a bit blur. We saw so many pubs in both the suburb West End and The Valley.
We also had a lovely midnight pizza snack and went home at an unknown hour. I woke up at 9 AM, and found the Irish Boys drinking again at 10 AM to celebrate St Paddy's. My god, hardcore. Matthew, Lianne and I scored some heavy Bacon & Eggs Brekkie and strolled down Brisbane Center. I was in love with South Bank Parklands. This is a pretty area with an artistic street surrounded by bright purple flowers.
Also, the location of Brisbane's artificial beach resides there. We laid in the grass for hours and ran into the Irish Boys in city center. We joined them for beers in a cheerful pub at 1 PM. We drank while listening to Irish Folk music and the more we drank, the harder it became to unravel the Irish accent.
Drunk Irish boys talk weird. We forgot lunch, and aside from a piece of bread with creme fréche we forgot dinner too. Lianne's house was hosting a St Paddy's house party and soon it became crowded. I was witnessing Irish dance moves and it involved more beer.
Lianne also bought a bottle of Southern Comfort. At some stage in the night, I walked with Lianne towards a room near the living area. She said while opening the door, ''I always hide my bottles in this room during party's. Because no-one ever comes here.'' The door was not even half opened or it got slammed in her face. Though, we did see some-one putting pants on in the brief second the door was open. Haha. Fuck. People were having sex in an apparently not so abandoned room where the bottle of Southern Comfort lives. I knocked on the door and screamed, ''We only want the bottle of Southern Comfort!!'' Upon which the door rapidly opened, and only an arm stretched out with our bottle. After a while, we decided to go the city. We were being overly friendly to our Indian taxi driver and talked a lot about India becoming a Science Powerhouse. Haha, he was happy and we just made his day. Lianne next introduced me to more friends and we went bar-hopping.
We ended up in a big club called the Beat. The vibe was amazing! I just felt like i was given a delicate task to spread my happiness to strangers. I could not stop dancing!!! The music drew me all night long. You would not spot me without a smile, nor dancing body. At a very late, or call it early, hour we took a taxi back home. It was already bright outside and I slept at 6 AM. At 10:30 I woke up and found a house filled with empty beer bottles and passed out people everywhere. Lianne's big bruise like gangrene on her leg, and my bleeding pus thumb raised question marks. We dropped Matt off at the airport and Lianne and I had an amazing lunch with Big English Brekkie and Spanish Omelette. Sunday night we took it easy, as our muscles were very sore. It was so funny to notice that our Dutch language skills were so crap. We kept talking a mixture of Dutch English and said sentences such as ''Het ding is dat...'', and we questioned everything we were saying in Dutch. That night, we watched a few movies. I was so tired. I even fell asleep while watching Brokeback Mountain. Sleeping through Heath Ledger kissing Jake Gyllenhaal is not gay-worthy, embarrassing, but does emphasize the intensity of my tiredness. On Monday I flew back to Sydney. I had an amazing birthday weekend in Brisbane!
Now its time for lots of sleep, fruit, and vegetables. Lots of it.
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