It’s about that time
Day 16: One night in Melbourne and the world’s your oyster
We checked into a semi-fancy new hotel for the last night. I had a juice for lunch and some AB and J (almond butter and jelly). Apparently, 345K people helped out on Clean Up Australia Day according to the local news. How insane is that? I can’t remember ever hearing of any group that size cleaning up beaches and dirty areas in the states. Anyhow, enough US bashing. Our last day was spent walking around the downtown area and I caught up on my blog for a few hours. Writing takes forever…
Joe and I finally made our way out to a wine bar (Supper) for one last drink that evening. At least so we thought. Once the itch begun to beg for more, it hit us. This is our last night in Oz and we’re sitting around like a bunch of old farts drinking wine and cheese. Joe was indifferent. I insisted. Back to Revolver it was. Before entering for the 4th time, I had to take in a snack from the adjacent grocery store to bring me more energy. I found some tofu and watermelon to end my hunger. However, I needed a knife to cut the watermelon and avoid a mess. The only place nearby with free cutlery was “Hungry Jack’s,” aka Burger King for Aussies. I gave a bum some money for a veggie burger while Joe ordered a hamburger and obtained a knife. Next door we heard music and ventured over after finishing our snacks. A few minutes later, a group of girls invited us to join them and we accepted our seats near the dance floor. The bass and beats made for some great people watching but the bartenders stopped serving after 30 minutes since it was Sunday night. Aussies really inspire me to be artistic in dance. It’s so visually stimulating that I wish they had cameras in their electronica clubs. Thankfully, the group continued onward to Revolver and I wasn’t done watching. Joe befriended a German exchange student while I hung with a group of five Aussie raver types. One of the girls had a clever sense of humor and spit water all over me. I instigated it but the other people on the dance floor gave us looks. It was all in good fun and it made our last night more fun to tag along to a group. Before we knew, it was early morning and our flight was at noon. The night was over and so was the trip. Both Joe and I patted ourselves on the back at the airport, later that morning. We had pulled it off and managed not to get eaten by sharks or lose or laptops, cameras, or Ipods. I will summarize my thoughts in one last blog in the coming days.
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