Got to the airport at exactly 4:00am and discovered that the '2-hours early' rule only applies to passengers, and not employees. They didn't even start checking people in until after 4:15, but considering this was the first flight on Earth that day, security and immigration were all too easy. Flight to Sydney I tried to sleep and read through, and once there I purchased a liter bottle of Wild Turkey (also slightly over-proof, woo!) to round out my liquor allowance, and got a seat with a personal TV screen and movies on demand, since the flight was leaving directly for Singapore after Adelaide. Watched Blades of Glory on the plane, which I'd heard a lot about. It's worth a watch, just not in the cinemas down here, which cost even more than ones in the U.S. It proves that Jon Heder can actually be pretty funny, no matter how many people assumed he'd never do anything but be Napoleon Dynamite (I realize now what a brilliant name that is-- I'm working on a character named Smokins Butts).
Got back to the A-town tired as a mother fucker and celebrated by drinking half that bottle of wild turkey with Martina and some crazy converted Jew from New York. Fell asleep without dinner and slept for about 13 hours. Good to be home. It took a month away to make me actually consider Adelaide 'home'.
Drink Count: 6
Here is a handful of random travel pics:
Greatest shirt I've ever seen on someone who doesn't speak English and will never experience 'California in the summer':

I don't remember this chick's name at all, but she tried to foist a horrifically dry blood orange on us, which Mario ate, and turned pieces of into a little frilly orange Hitler mustache. He then marched up and down the beach. Nice purple sky, though:

Yes, that is a grocery store abutting one of the oldest churches in New Zealand, and a parking garage rocking underneath it. Hurray, progress!

Dry, Chinese-gifted fountain in Vila. This gave me so many damn ideas:

I miss the beach already:

I don't even know what this is, but liked it:

For not drinking, I ROCK:

The tread was still good...

My eyes seem to say 'Bye, ya'll! Thanks for reading!" or "If I have to poop blood one more time today, I'm going to kill a clown." Take your pick.
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