Race Day is Australian for ShitShow

Okay, so last Saturday was Race Day. A large group of us got dressed up in cute dresses and wore big floppy hats and the guys were in nice dress clothes and we went to the horse races. We were all in a large semi air conditioned tent, and it was a gorgeous day outside.

Here's what I expected Race Day to be like: we'd all get dressed up and wear hats and drink some wine and watch the races. Kinda like a quiet, classy night. Um, wrooooong. Here's what really happened: we all got dressed up and wore hats and got shitfaced and lost money on the horses.

Then, we all went down to Surfer's Paradise, um, like we needed more booze. I smashed a bottle of god knows what onto the floor at Beer Garden because I was holding it in my teeth and trying to tie a tie. Yea, bit drunk.

Then, I ran into these guys who were celebrating what I think was a bachelor party, because one of them was dressed in a superhero costume. He had socks in his underwear and his buddy grabbed my hand, put it on the dude's socks and was like, it's real. I was like, nope it's socks... then proceeded to poke underneath and said, that's real. I believe my exact words were, "That's sock, this is cock." The look on that dude's face was priceless when I did that and we all busted up. I gave the guy my number because he said something about a party they were having or something. I don't really know, I wasn't really listening.

After Beer Garden, everyone but Ryan and I left to go home. Ryan and I, being the super drunk troopers that we are, went to Howl at the Moon. I thought this bar sounded kinda cool, and it was, but we were the youngest people there by about 15 years at least. We had a blast though, Ryan told the guy it was my birthday and I had to sing Happy Birthday to another girl and pretend I was JLo. Yea, I have a voice that sounds like I'm grating metal with a dying cat. I am did not in any way sound like JLo. Thankfully I was shifaced, so the embarrassment at the time was minimal. Ryan also had to serenade a girl who was having here bachelorette party. It was a really good time; good older music played by two pretty funny guys on pianos.

On the way home, for some reason, Ryan told the cabbie to just drop us off. This was the first point of the night/day that I blacked out. I was so confused about where we were and what we were doing. I think that at some point we were in the woods, because I woke up with a hunk torn off of my toenail along with most of the skin underneath, a welt on my leg, a gash on my other toe, and scratches on my feet. I also had what looked like rug burn on my arm, but that's because the bouncers at Beer Garden and Howl at the Moon kept telling me to put my shoes back on, and then two seconds they'd be off again. I guess the last time that I tried to put them on, I fell... hence, the floor burn on my arm.

I almost forgot that after we got off the bus on arriving at Surfer's, Ryan and I got a limo ride. Ryan paid the driver to drive us around, and I pretended like it was my first time in Surfer's and I was on vacation from Wyoming. So friggin drunk!! We also drank the champagne that was left over in the limo... sketch, I know, but again, we were drunk.

So that was my Race Day Shitshow experience. It was so worth the money and was such a great time. I am about to go to French class and then run to the Bottle-o for some booze for the bus ride to Keppel. I am almost finally getting over my Bronchitis and the Middle Ear Infection. I think at some point I had conjunctivitis (my eye was red and nasty) but I'm thinking the antibiotics that I'm on kicked that out of my system. It could have just been irriation from my contacts though.

Can't wait for Keppel Island tomorrow!!