2 posts tagged “christmas”

In no particular order:

• Got an Australian sun burn
• Saw wallabies, wallaroos, koalas, weird lizards, crocs, but the wombats were hiding (friend took me to the reptile park)
• Got stupid drunk and did some embarrassing stuff. Oops. It was NYE
• Rediscovered how wonderful McDonald's is for hangovers
• Had an Australia BBQ Christmas!
  
• Attempted to surf and "caught" (more like got pushed onto by the long-suffering instructors) two waves and rode them all the way to the shore -- on my tummy! It was so much fun, I was peeing myself with laughter. Tik stood up though!
• Was sore for days after the above adventure.
• Got mistaken for a teenager at the pool!
  
• Have been pampered, chauffeured around, and generally given the five-star treatment by Tik, who drove me to the airport the other day despite having the world's worst hangover
  
• Am now in quiet Adelaide. My friend and her two energetic babies and extended family have all gone to the beach. I'm resting on my own.

Seeya when I seeya. I'm still on vacation, hahahaha

My mother and I yet again were dragged out to a party with my aunt's meditation group put on in honor of their "enlightened" teacher, a blond old white lady with a hindi name she gave herself. This time it was an early Christmas party.

I spent most of it hiding out in the kitchen with my uncle, who was hiding out in a bottle of bourbon. Straight. I joked about wearing one of my tight red slutty hostess dresses, but of course I had the good sense not to. Unfortunately, a 60-year old bottle blond with a permanent food belly did not. She wore almost an identical dress!

And then! We had to sing CHRISTMAS CAROLS for some reason. Why the hell should I have to know all this christian stuff by osmosis, when it has nothing to do with me? But I confess, I was forced out of hiding, and I partook in the carol singing. I shared a carol book with this funny old guy, and he kept messing up the lyrics and it was hilarious. I laughed my ass off, and had a good time. I always get along with old guys.

I basically blew off hanging out with an old friend/brother that I've known since I was a fetus. Our mothers bellies hung out together and we were born less than three months apart. I had to talk to his mother just now, and I went in ready to eat shit. I'm sorry, I blew your son off, I should have been more communicative, but I have been busy, plus we live a million miles from anywhere and I don't have a car.

So that wasn't my finest hour.

I think he should come visit me in Japan, which is where his parents were married after all.

And coming back to visit him and the hippie town I was born in is definitely on the top of my to do list. Just not quite yet.

Got a ghetto club boss email. He says business is really slow so I shouldn't expect to get lots of money. Alright.