On Friday most of the employees from the hostel were going to the park for a BBQ/picnic. So after my shift finished I headed along.
I had such a good time. We all chipped in and got far too many boxes of wine for everyone to get stuck in to. So after a chat on the grass a group of us started playing a very athletic drinking game. You stand in two lines opposite each other with a box in the middle. Each team takes turns in throwing a small ball at said box. If you knock it over you and your team drink as quickly as you can until the other team have run in and picked the box up. The team with empty cups first wins.
This was great fun, especially when the bar maid Beth tried to run and slipped straight over onto her face. This caused Mauritz stood next to me to explode half a pint of goon (boxed wine) out his nose.
After a few games and a bit of football we sat for a more sedate game. We played thumper and got a little more merry!
Then the possums came out!
I tried to get a selfie, or as it is now known a 'facey' with one and it scampered off leaving me looking like a twat next to a tree!
On the way back I fell over and cut my hand trying to parkcore run along a wall. I found some shoes and did a little dance and then rounded the whole evening off with a lipstick fight. I thought I had it nailed down. Running around drawing on the girls. Until all six of them ganged up, sat on my chest and coloured me in!
Tuesday was another busy day. We started at ten when I took a bunch of the guys from the hostel to the park and ran a work out session. It was good fun and I was very surprised we didn't get any injuries. Especially with the piggy back racing!
I then cycled all the way to North Carlton to go to a kung fu shop to replace my super comfortable kung fu shoes. Unfortunately they had nothing I wanted so I went to the retail outlet centre in Central Melbourne. This was bang up my street. I got some really cool sketchers for $49 a t shirt with chewbacca surfing and another pair of plimsoles for $5. I don't know how I'm going to pack all of this!
We rounded off the day with a pub quiz which we came second by 1 point!
Yesterday, Wednesday, was probably my most productive day so far!
I was up early and went to the immigration museum. It was really good. It was all about how and why people immigrate to Australia all through history.
My favourite bit was conducting interviews with filmed actors judging wether they could settle in Australia. I was a very strict judge of charichter. Many people should Be glad I have no real power as I clearly would rule with an iron fist!
From the museum I cycled quickly back to the hostel to pick up Daniella and Nick before heading to meet Leah and some of her friends to go to lazer tag. We played on and off for 5 hours! We were joined after 1 hour by Amy, Katie and Katelin.
I was consistently the worst player. I should never go to war. In one game I don't think I was alive for longer than 3 seconds before being shot. Also in one 'last man standing game' I technically think I one as the player with the most lives left but apparently you can't win if you just sit and hide in a corner for half hour. Apparently staying alive defeats the point of the game. Who knew!
After getting my arse handed to me at lazer tag we grabbed some food. I had two ice creams for lunch. Grabbed a shower and Luke, Isaac and I (Leah's friends) got the tram to st kilda for the big music festivel.
One thing Australia, one guy sat in the corner of a restraunt playing covers.... That doesn't count as a festivel.
We walked around for ages looking for sign of festivities before finally finding a festivel map.
We arrived at the main stage, with no one there and a chubby security guard sat on the stage playing with his phone!
We went to a couple of venues but we ended up sat in the back of a pub drinking and swapping stories. Luke and Isaac are a great laugh and I learned more people a year are bitten by cows than by sharks! Useful info.
We turned the shitty festivel into a pub crawl and went to a few further places in town before Luke smashed a glass everywhere in a classy rooftop bar and decided to make one more stop and go back to the hostel.
We had a nightcap at the hostel and hung out with some of the other staff for a bit before turning in.
I thought the fun had stopped there.
I woke up at four am bursting for a pee.
I tried to climb down my bunk bed ladder facing away (like descending stairs) lowering myself with my hands. I was as quiet as a church mouse, making sure I didn't wake my room mates. Until that is I realised my mistake. I had got to the bottom rung of the ladder, but my arms and shoulders had somehow become pinned into the beds railings! Pissed as a fart I was Squirming wildly and silently kicking my legs violently I had managed to hang myself on the bunk bed so firmly I couldn't get out. I held my resolution not to wake anyone and quite literally hung out for a while before my beer addled brain thought of an escape that didn't involve me tipping over the adjacent wardrobe.
Eventually I became a free man and the wee was all the sweeter feeling for the struggle!
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