So, Kait corrected my horrible maths, and everyone in the world but me is right-- I have totally lost 15 pounds since my arrival in Oz. I blame the lack of jack in the box, and the fact that I walk everywhere, but I'm definitely slimmed down to about 154 (or 70 kilos!). So. Rock on.
Marco got super hit on by two girls at the Flight Centre today who complimented his 'sexy' American accent! WooooOOOOO! Then this other guy pulled out a blow-up doll with 'silky black hair, supple mouth, inviting vagina and anus' (that was weird). Marco booked a 5-day trip to Sydney leaving in the morning, so he got mobile and walked around the botanical gardens before we went to the bar, where fifty cent beers were a lie invented by the communists to kill God from the free world. Or engineers said they would get in trouble if they did it again because of safety issues. Either way, we had regular beers and a round of Pac-man followed by MacGyver drinking games, Subway, and the first half of a Kevin Smith marathon (except he brought the gay version of Mallrats.) 5 am taxi. Sweet like Pete.
Drink Count: 9
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