So Friday was my first clubbing experience in Brisbane. Honestly, I really didn’t wanna go out, but this girl Stef didn’t want to be the only girl out and convinced me to go along. We went to a club called The Family . . . it is definitely not a “family” oriented club. The inside was pretty fabulous. It reminded me of some of the clubs we went to in Beijing. It was 3 levels, with smoke machines all over and a DJ playing techno. Stef and I danced for a while and explored around the club. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy with a genuine mullet. It felt just like home. We’re talking long curly brown hair mullet. I immediately went over and asked if I could take a picture with him saying “I just love your hair.” I then asked what he called his hairstyle and he responded “a mullet.” So evidently the mullet is not only common here, but it’s also in style. When I bring up Nascar though, I just get blank looks.
Saturday I walked all over town setting up my housing and getting a cell phone. But I did find some fabulous places to take pictures so it was worth it. I found a great place to live too. It’s a house in East Brisbane, which is about 10-15 minutes from campus/downtown. I’ll be living with 5 other people (who I haven’t met) but I have a large room and my own bathroom and shower in my room. The house has a fabulous back porch too which will be perfect for beer pong. :) We had a big cookout Saturday night for my roomie Carl’s 30th bday. We cooked burgers and sausages on the barbie. It was delicious. They also made a punch for the party. There are only a few drinks here that everyone has regularly. Coopers & Fosters beer and then there’s Goon. Goon is Golden Oak box wine. It is special to say the least. The punch for the party included four boxes of Goon, pineapple juice, apples, and other stuff I can’t remember. I’m not sure how potent Goon is, but I don’t think their “punch” made with wine holds a candle to our PJ made with everclear. But who am I to judge.
Sunday headed to a place called Queen St Mall which is pretty much like the outdoor part of Southpointe. Evidently there was a big soccer game going on too because EVERYONE was wearing Carlsburg gear. I had breakfast at Jimmys in the Mall and then headed back to my hostel. I got my nice camera and headed back to town to go to Southbank. I love this town. Southbank is right on the water and there are trees everywhere. And Eric, they do have palm trees, so we are sittin on a beach with palm trees and fancy drinks for Christmas . . . There is a marketplace on the weekends but its definitely not too overdeveloped here. They have a lagoon for swimming with beaches around it and decks for laying out. They also have a huge area of those fountains that are on the ground to play in. There is a large walkway that is right beside the water so you can just walk and enjoy the view. Don’t worry, I took a ton of pictures. It just amazes me how such a large city can still be so pretty. I then went on a mission to find oysters. I went to a lil restaurant called The Point (holla) and chatted up my waiter. His girlfriend is at QUT studying advertising as well. He then told me they were out of oysters. :( I ordered a salad and a nice glass of Australian merlot. He came back with a plate and a small lil fork and told me that they sell oysters 6 at a time and they had 3 left over that he was bringing to me. When they say the people in Australia are nice, its not an exaggeration. Right across from my lunch spot was a huge cinema with a poster of Bruno on it. After much contemplation I decided to save the museum for another day and went to the movies. Dad, I know we loved Borat, but I don’t think you’ll appreciate the humor in Bruno. I, on the other hand, found it ridiculously hilarious. If you have the stomach for it, go see it.
Ratio of people I’ve met so far:
English: 4
Irish: 4
Norwegian: 3
German: 3
Canada: 2
Australian: 1
American: 1
Needless to say, I’d like to meet a few more Australians. Evidently, 1 in 4 people that live in Australia are not actually from here. Go figure. And being American I’m a rarity. Most of the guys I’ve talked to said that in the 8-14 months they’ve been here they can count the American’s they’ve met on one hand.
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