It was Malaysian dinner night in some courtyard on the Uni SA campus down North Terrace. And it was surreal. I went because Anne from two doors down was volunteering and invited us, and out of probably 200 people, we accounted for 3 of 6 white people. I found myself shoved into a table surrounded by young Asian students, sitting directly across from a "little person" who apparently is also my neighbor, though I've never seen her in the 7 weeks I've lived here. So, conversation was a little... short (sorry, not okay, just trying to encapsulate how radically awkward this was.) Then the awkwardness grew: apparently, what I thought was a social club activity or fundraiser for the school turned out to be a fundraiser for the local church! No one told me this until Pastor Douchebag stood up and gave a very long speech inviting everyone to come to services sunday morning because we were all assembled in the name of Christ already-- what the fuck? I don't remember signing up for any of this bullshit. The food was passable: roto canai (little pancake things) curry chicken, rice and ANCHOVIES (!?!?), but we ate and fucking bailed. Weak sauce to the extreme!
Took a pilgrimage to O'Connell to buy boxes of wine before the super-sale ends. Met Martina and Colleen at the British for a couple beers, then moved to my porch where Martina proceeded to get shit-housed and chain smoke an entire pack of Marlboro Lights. It was impressive in a very sad kind of way. But we had a nice debate about marriage, which I'm always up for, but afterwards I didn't get shit done on this story. Tried to stay up to make sure Erin got home safe (she was feeling dizzy and weak and went out by herself anyway) but fell asleep watching Futurama around 2am. I suppose I should see if she's alive.
Drink Count: 5
I love this picture (That's Rachel and, of course, Rohan):
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