free free free...

Yes it is true. Room 2204 has been blessed by some sort of higher power. This doesn't just happen to anybody. Especially with the prices of normal alcohol over here. If I can find a case (4 x 6 packs) of full strength, acceptable beer for less than 35 dollars, it's a miracle. While me, Jen and Molly were spending the weekend in Brisbane, we got a call from my roommate, screaming.

"GUESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! WHEN I OPENED THE DOOR I FOUND A 30 PACK OF VB BEER, A 6 PACK OF EXTRA DRY, AND FOUR BOTTLES OF HARD LIQUOR!"

Amazing? The bottles of liquor weren't full, but there was some in there and the beer was at least 60 dollars worth. What did we do to deserve this treatment? I don’t know any of the answers to these questions but I have an idea. Assuming it’s one of our neighbors, possibly one that I may have talked to in the hour that I was locked out of my own apartment the other day, or one that one of my friends talked to when we had a bunch of people over for Australia day. Whatever or whoever it was, thank you.
We seem to be quite well at finding ourselves in these good weird situations that somehow fall upon us, in a way. Such as the random bloke that was staring at me every day from across our little pad in Surfers and follows us to the beach. Kind of creepy but I gave him a chance. He ends up being a super nice guy and drives me and all of our luggage (which is a lot when you live with three girls), to our new home in Burleigh. I couldn’t imagine carrying all of our crap on the bus with us.
Or maybe the time that we met a dude at the club, whose number we ended up getting, who just happens to want to continue his talks with us and ends up offering us a place to stay in Brisbane for the weekend. Which is what we ended up doing this weekend. We took a train from the Gold Coast to Brisbane Friday night with our desination being Scotty’s house. He is a 26 year old architect that is currently working on building a Supreme Court in the middle of Brisbane. Hmmm. When we get there, he picks us up, drives us to his house and starts cooking spaghetti with meat sauce for us. Wow. Busts out two bottles of wine and tells us to help ourselves. Introduces us to his roommates, one whom we already know (oh Andy…) and his third one (Jamie) who just happens to be the Australian version of me. Chilled there all night, played Guitar Hero World Tour and knocked out. Wake up Saturday morning and Scott is at work. So Jamie asks us what we are doing today.
“Nothing…”
He ends up taking us into town, in the middle of Brisbane and shows us around Queen Street, which is the crackin’ street in Brisbane. Also introduces us to this wonderful chicken place called Nando’s. Best chicken ever ya’ll. Some Portuguese style with amazing sauces and bomb chips. We bought him his meal because they are all being just too nice to us so he offers to get us waters. Sure. Comes back with four water bottles, which run for about three bucks a piece over here. We just can’t win in trying to show our thanks to these Aussies. Then after shopping and just kickin’ it in town, we decide to go see a movie. Now this was a real experience. First off, Jamie buys our tickets. 55 bucks... Then the ticket lady asks where we want to sit. When you go to a movie over here you choose your assigned seat. It was exciting. We saw Sherlock Holmes and chose smack dab center seats in the middle of the theatre. I don’t quite understand why we were able to get these awesome seats, or why other people don’t choose them first, but to us oblivious Americans it was definitely a win.
When we get back there is a party going on back at their three story house for Andy who just happens to be moving to Melbourne tomorrow to work. End up socializing with like 20 other Australians who are always intrigued by the pathetic American culture. Most of these people were like 25-30 years old so I felt a bit sophisticated to say the least :)
After the party we end up going out to the club in downtown Brisbane with Jamie, Lian, and Scotty. Of course Jamie buys our cab ride over there and the club is free. He also buys us a round of Jelly Donuts. Ever had one of those? No? Google it. They are amazing. Dance for a few hours up over there and then come back, with Jamie buying the cab ride, once again. Wake up the next morning, take the train back home and I would say there is a micro hurricane going on in the middle of summer. Wow. Go buy some steaks. Jump on the roof and throw ‘em on the barbie. Ever grilled in the rain in the middle of a storm on the roof of a 11 story building? Didn’t think so. It’s definitely an interesting experience. Bring ‘em back into the room and eat a lovely dinner once again. Talk about a good weekend.