It’s my first lazy day in Australia and I couldn’t be happier. My legs and back are sore due to the poor quality of the twin beds they’ve provided us with here at the dorm. I won’t be happy to go back to the States but I will be happy to sprawl out in my queen-sized bed. Right now, I’m watching R. Kelly’s infamous “Trapped in the Closet” with some friends so you know I’ve given up completely on making this day at all productive.
Today I went grocery shopping and was amazed by the amount of bread, dairy and pastry items available. I had heard that Australia was generally less concerned about fat/sugar in foods and so calorie counting is not a big thing here. That’s great and all but I don’t want to come back to the U.S. a fat cow. So I bought watermelon, hummus and crackers, yogurt, sushi, tiny cheesecakes and a frozen pizza as an indulgence. I am hoping that will balance the chardonnay and Coronas.
Speaking of chardonnay, my roommates and I had a bunch of people in our room last night to hang out after heading down the street to Bar Broadway. At the bar, I decided to play pool with a new girl I’d met and we were approached by two locals to play doubles. One of the guys’ names was Adam – easy enough. But in true Megan Riesz form I forgot the other guy’s name and approached him to ask again. The conversation went something like this:
“Sorry, I forgot your name, can you remind me?”
“It’s *unintelligible J-sounding noise*.”
“No, it’s *unintelligible J-sounding noise*.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Jerry.”
“It’s not Jerry. It’s *unintelligible J-sounding noise*.”
“No, it’s Jard. Like how you get your pickles.” (Referring to jarred pickles.)
The worst part was that he was trying to make me feel like an idiot. So we ended the game early and went back to the dorm, where we decided to drink (cheap) boxed wine so that we wouldn’t have to continue paying $6.20 for a glass of wine or $8.70 for a beer. It was eventually decided that we should all play “Never Have I Ever” as if we were back in high school, so I learned some interesting things about my fellow students and they learned some interesting things about me, none of which I will repeat here.
We in the Travel Writing program have seven hours of class tomorrow, starting at 10 a.m. and ending at 5 p.m. How very reminiscent of high school! So I will be hitting the sheets (or sheep) early in an attempt to prepare myself for the oncoming pain.