High point of my trip to Brisbane: Seeing cleverthings' band never threaten to overpower sound system at The Troubador. And getting to meet her and Steaky. Unfortunately I missed out on meeting other members of SGAU who were also in attendance, but left early.
Low point of my trip: waking up at 3am Saturday morning to the sound of falling water and witnessed a fat drunken bastard (whom I'd laughed at, earlier, for his having passed out on the floor of the hostel room with his jeans around his knees) leaning on the wall and pissing on the floor in front of the room door. I really wanted to just open the door and toss him into the hall, but I wasn't about to walk through fresh urine to do it. 15 minutes later he was lying on the floor again making horrible gurgling sounds and vomiting. Not a pleasant scene.
All told, though, it was a nice relaxing weekend. I got plenty of rest, even though I didn't sleep last night, it being St. Patty's day, and, considering that I had to get to the airport by 5:30 this morning for my flight, there didn't seem much point in going to bed. Trying to get a taxi this morning proved impossible, so I was thankful when a fellow from Noosa pulled up and offered me a lift in exchange for a few dollars to help him pay his fuel home. I was skeptical about accepting a lift from a complete stranger at 4:30 Sunday morning, but he seemed friendly and sober enough, which he proved to be. Still, I sat in the back, buckled up, and kept my bags close to hand.
Low point of my trip: waking up at 3am Saturday morning to the sound of falling water and witnessed a fat drunken bastard (whom I'd laughed at, earlier, for his having passed out on the floor of the hostel room with his jeans around his knees) leaning on the wall and pissing on the floor in front of the room door. I really wanted to just open the door and toss him into the hall, but I wasn't about to walk through fresh urine to do it. 15 minutes later he was lying on the floor again making horrible gurgling sounds and vomiting. Not a pleasant scene.
All told, though, it was a nice relaxing weekend. I got plenty of rest, even though I didn't sleep last night, it being St. Patty's day, and, considering that I had to get to the airport by 5:30 this morning for my flight, there didn't seem much point in going to bed. Trying to get a taxi this morning proved impossible, so I was thankful when a fellow from Noosa pulled up and offered me a lift in exchange for a few dollars to help him pay his fuel home. I was skeptical about accepting a lift from a complete stranger at 4:30 Sunday morning, but he seemed friendly and sober enough, which he proved to be. Still, I sat in the back, buckled up, and kept my bags close to hand.
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