our late dinner last night was a huge fail, chef nicolas tried to improvise with the random ingredients we had and used milk instead of coconut milk in our thai green curry and added tomatoees instead of other vegetables we didnt have. it was awful so we had to throw it out and find second dinner.
we went out to try and meet lis. she told us mustang bar so we walked through northbridge in that direction. apparently northbridge is the most dangerous nightlife in australia, tour guide mark told us he doesnt go there unless he is armed. when we got to mustangs we had to line up. i was unimpressed, there were creepy people everywhere, including a girl wearing a shiny ballgown with a tiara and a miss something or other sash. i didnt want to go there but lis' friend was meeting people in there so in we went. we had to have our id's scanned and photos of our faces taken like at the airport. there were police everywhere. it was a weird venue because it was like a saloon cross bar cross pub cross nightclub. very awkward. and tehre were people of all ages, like 16 to 60. so many girls wearing clothes that dont fit or with red knickers under white dresses. oh and a drag queen and some trashbag having her hen's night there.
towards the end of the night, when britta and i had decided to leave, lis and britta left the dance floor to go to the toilet. it was just me and chris on the dancefloor, so naturally that was my cue to go and sit down but i had to walk past this african boy who had been harassing me a bit, so i walked past and he stopped me and kept touching my hip and asking what i was doing. i was trying to tell him i was going but he implied that he was leaving with me and kept going on and on and i was having trouble getting away, i said i was leaving with a friend but then he was all 'i could be your friend' so eventually i did the whole 'i'm leaving with my frrrriend' and pointed at chris. it was a low point. dignity; gone. he then told me once he came home that he considered shaking his head 'no' to the boy. jeeeesus, i would have died after the most massive panic attack ever if he had.
right now chris is on the phone to his baby brother and talking about this trip to vegas that he has coming up next year with all his english friends, there is like 20 of them planning on going and so he is describing it to his brother and called it 'the last big blow out before we all settle down' hahahhaha i could not control myself, the laughter would not stop. have had the pillow over my face for a good minute trying to control my behaviour.
oh, so these are some things that i meant to say yesterday. in kalbarri (where we saw farmer wants a wife) lis, britta and i bought these silver ingot necklace things and had friends of convenience WA engraved on the back, only it's 'foc wa' the guy read it out loud and was like fuuuuuuucckwaaa, what? the same guy asked me what i was studying and before i answered he is like i know 'forensic anthropology becuase youre just like bones you know from that tv show!' highlight of my life. caroline; so unimpressed. actually i assume you all are, except maybe chip.
another thing i meant to write was an apology to caroline downes, for all the times i have given her a hard time about slaving to the man for apple, when my ipod went blank the other day i texted her saying what do i do and she text back with very complicated instructions which lis helped me with and lo and behold, ipod back in action. thanks cazz.
gosh i'm dying to go to the toilet but i want to finish this quickly so i can go to bed. oh, bought internet time for tomorrow for uploading blog photos to make these last few posts more fun. can;t do it now cause im on chris' internet so i wont be mean and waste it.
last thing to add, we drove thtough this place geraldton which wasnt big enough to be called a city in the 80s when the queen visited and decided she liked it so waved her wand and it became a city. dont get me started on the bloody queen. so anyway, this city has the highest rate of teen pregnancy in either WA or australia, i think australia. so anyway, it's so bad that the government sent in these researchy people to find out what was going. after all this money spent and time and effort the conclusion reached was that geraldton is a windy city where the girls skirts blow up. literally. that was the scientific finding.
bed time.
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