M'am, M'am, That's My Suitcase

Alright, so last week was Erin's visit to Australia. We had such a blast, and I was so sorry to see her leave. Here are the events of the week...

I started off her trip in traditional Candice Fashion-like a dumbass-- I got off on the wrong stop of the train. Because she was flying from Sydney, I figured the plane would land in the domestic terminal. But of course, as fifty fifty chances often go for me, I landed on the wrong toe of the tiger (think innie meenie miney mo, keep up with me people) and she had landed in international flights. So I had been wandering around the wrong terminal for a half hour and she was waiting for me at the other terminal for about 40 minutes. Finally, I asked someone at Qantas and headed in the right direction.

Then, when I get there, they're checking tickets and the dude told me that I had not paid enough, which is okay but he wasn't very clear about what he was trying to explain and looked at me like I was personally trying to rip him off and I was so excited when I saw Erin that it was a bit aggrevating. I mean, buddy, I wasn't going anywhere with the 2.50 difference, hold your horses so I can hug my friend. But anyways, we're got on the train to head to Brisbane for the night.

The first train we were on apparently on makes two stops, who knows why, and we had to stop and wait for the other train to come. I wasn't quite clear on what stop to get off on, so when we finally got on the train I probably should have paid more attention. I was dozing off (mind you, I pulled an all nighter the night before so I could get my work done) when we pulled into Central (??) and realized, hey, we need to get off here. So in my sleep deprived state, I rushed off behind Erin to get off the train. I looked at the bag in front of me and thought that Erin had forgotten her back and assumed I would grab it. So I drag the bag towards the exit when I hear, M'am, M'am, and I'm just going, oops sorry, I'm running over toes. Then finally, this woman taps me on the shoulder and I look back. The guy that I had been sitting across from was standing up, looked at me and said, "M'am that's my suitcase." I said sorry and rushed off and collapsed with Erin into a laughing fit. As the doors to the train closed, I could still hear the train car laughing about it.

So that was the event for the morning. We exited the train station to find our hostel. The last time I stayed in Brisbane, we spent the night almost down town in this kind of shady hostel with a really cool basement bar, so I was excited to stay in a hostel that was a bit nicer and, yay!!, airconditioned. The only problem was that we were smack dab in the middle of Chinatown, kind of out of the way of everywhere I wanted to be.

We got settled, got dressed and went out. It was a bit colder in Brisbane, and it was also 1 in the afternoon so we felt weird being in mini skirts and club clothes but it was better than having to spend extra time in the hostel before going out (which, actually we ended up doing to grab a free van ride downtown). We ate at this okay little place with these really hot bartenders and some really sketchy men and headed back to the hostel because Erin was cold. She changed and then we grabbed the van downtown.

After grabbing a coffee at Starbucks (where there was this woman who told me I couldn't use my discount there and was otherwise fucking obnoxious) we shopped a bit. And by a bit, I mean that I spent far too much money, but found some cute clothes that I really liked. After that we went to the Irish Pub that I had been to the last time I was in Brisbane for a drink. They basically had no shot glasses and didn't know how to make any drinks, so that was a bit of a let down, but we decided to eat there. The service was horrible, we waiting 20 minutes to be seated (sign said wait to be seated) until finally Erin went to the bartender to get a waitress. The food was good but the service really really blew, and the place wasn't even busy. They even forgot to put the bottle of champagne on the bill and overcharged us when we told them about it. We both wanted to get out of there so we just said to hell with it and left.

After that place, we went to Embassy and had a few drinks. We went up to the bartender and he made us this awful thing (we just asked for a surprise, so I guess you take what you can get... Erin actually liked it though) that tasted like I was licking a car freshener. As we were sitting by the window we saw this hysterical guy dancing in the street with this silly little fur coat. I really wish I had gotten better pictures because it was so funny. He would cross the street and start humping the bus or car that was waiting at the light. One of the bus drivers even got out to yell at him. He was our entertainment for awhile.

I soon was bored with Embassy and wanted to head out to Victory Bar but Erin wasn't quite ready to leave. I bought another drinking, increasing my already high BAC, and waited. So finally, we headed to Victory Bar, which may I say was not all too impressive. There was a long line, an uninviting room to the left (cool benches though, but probably the hardest thing in the world to sit on when your drunk), and an overpacked karooke room to the right. We got out of there as soon as I downed another smirnoff ice and headed to the Down Under Bar.

Let me just say that this bar has been my favourite on both trips to Brisbane. It sits underneath the Palace hostel and it is such a dive bar. I, in typical Candice in a Dive Bar fashion, ordered a whole jug of beer to myself. Such a great time drinking and talking to guys. It was nice to see Erin having a good time and being able to dance. The one down side was that this creepy little fro haired midget kept trying to rub his chest on my bum, which I guess he thought was dancing and we kept telling him to go away. He finally got off my ass, literally, when I turned around, bent down and told him I didn't want to fucking dance with him. (for the record he wasn't really a midget, but he was short and creepy). Erin had had the sense to quit drinking before she got really knockered, but I was fully 100% in the bag. So pissed that my knees stopped working. I would be standing and whoops, they'd give out. I kept going to sit down and smoke and then I'd get up to go join Erin dancing and whoops, rubber knees. It was quite a sight. I finally told Erin that I had to go back to the hostel and we called it a night.

Back at the hostel, again in typical drunk candice fashion, I decided clothes were just not my thing. If I had actually slept alone, I would have been bare ass naked, but Erin wanted me to sleep in her bed (get your mind out of the gutter). So I put a shirt back on and passed the fuck out. We must have really freaked out the other girls in the morning though if they saw us sleeping in the same bed, me in my thong.... lol, whatever I don't care. Oh, and as Erin just reminded me, I also woke up with a swedish coin stuck to my ass. After checking out of the hostel, we hopped on the train again and were off to the Gold Coast.

To be continued... this bitch is hungry.