3/3 Happy Fringe Saturday

Quote of the day: “I cannot wear heels due to the fact that I will turn into a monster”

The mosquitoes here are fucking monsters. Bastards keep biting my hands so my fingers and knuckles swell grotesquely. Started on the wine a bit later than yesterday, but by 9:00 was fairly drunk and a shot of Southern Comfort convinced me to go to the Fringe festival. Imagine the Del Mar Fair, but 1/50th of the size and entertainment. Yeah, it was that good. I went on the ferris wheel but it was the puniest fucking wheel I've ever seen so I remain unimpressed. Met my first aboriginals on the way back; half of them were passed out cold on the edge of the parklands, the other half were drunkenly trying to make nice with the people passing by. A sad state indeed for the world's oldest continuous peoples. Continued the wine party with the neighbors as well as David, Rohan, Lauren and Sophie until everyone had dropped off except for me and Erin. We talked for a little while as I sobered up and came home to watch Clone High on DVD and fall asleep. I'll post some pictures later illustrating exactly why I love those kids next door.

Drink Count: 10

Wine Box Status: Still fairly full... I may get the 'standard' 39 drinks out of it after all. It's my little experiment since I have a hunch that Aussie standard drinks are a bit smaller than the North American ones.