Hello all!
Well. It's currently Monday morning, around 11:15am, and I have spent 2 hours in the anatomy lab (already!) studying for the practical exam and reviewing cadavers. Excellent. I decided to take a break from the fumes of formaldehyde to update you on what turned out to be an exciting weekend....
Friday night was pretty tame, I spent the majority of the night studying and getting to bed early. Saturday morning though, I went off to campus to play a couple squash games with some random students, and ended up spending over 2 hours playing! It was one of the few times I have been out this semester, and it was great fun. I'll definitely be playing lots more once back at Queens!
The rest of the day Saturday was devoted to some more studying, skyping with the family and friends as well as catching up on some schoolwork. The evening, however, was a completly different story.
I totally planned to stay in, study and get to bed early. At 7:45pm, both my housemates (Dave and Shiva) told me that I was to "get into my room, put on a dress and get ready to go out." I was really reluctant to go out, but they both were super keen on having me join so I got ready in about 10 minutes and we were out the door by 8:30pm. Our first destination was Glass Bar - a swanky bar where we ordered $20 Long Island iced teas, sat by the bar and drank them slowly. Dave had never had one before, and I warned him that they were quite lethal....but somehow he managed to power through his! By the time we finished, it was nearing 10pm, and Shiva wanted to take me to his favourite club. We booked it through the Valley (the area where all the night clubs in Brisbane are located) and made it to the Metro just in time to avoid paying a cover charge. For the next couple hours, we danced on the dance floor and I had a blast people watching. I have to admit - being in a club like the Met is quite the different experience when you are completely sober. It's amazing how individuals act on alcohol (myself included, I know!) and I was totally entertained by watching all the drunk uni students around me.
At midnight, I wanted to call it quits, but both Dave and Shiva were not ready to leave so I walked home on my own. For those reading, that may sound like a dangerous move on my part, but I assure you, the road I walked along was filled with people traveling to and from the Valley, and it was a well-lit and major road. I wouldn't have walked home (a 10 minute walk) if it was any later, or unsafe. Trust me.
The walk home is there the interesting part happened. I'm about 2 minutes around the corner from my place when I run into a family out on the sidewalk, all of them dressed in suits. I assume it's a wedding and I'm correct. I had to excuse myself to get around the father of the groom, and that's when this one guy asks me, "Have you met Josh?" He was referring to his younger brother, and before I know it I'm invited into the reception, open bar and all. I feel only slightly awkward, since I was totally crashing a wedding reception, but at the end of the night I came out with another Aussie friend (Josh and the rest of his family!) Such a random occurrence, but totally hilarious. I will probably never hear from them again.....
Onto Sunday. I slept in, which was great, and then spent the morning at Starbucks with my housemate Mohammad studying some material. At about 7:30pm, I headed out to catch a bus to meet up with my Canadian friend Marc, who I met in French class. He is here permanently, since he married an Aussie, and he plays hockey. ICE hockey. So him, his wife, his wife's cousin and I went to watch his late night game.
Sammy (his wife) knows quite a bit about hockey, but her cousin Bre, did not. It was Bre's first game, and what an experience it is to watch a well-understood sport (on my behalf) through a complete beginner's eyes. Simple rules like icing, offsides and penalties confused the crap out of her. Especially when the referee had their arm raised for icing, and she's trying madly to figure out who did what penalty!! The sad part (at least for me) is that the quality of the hockey was about the equivalent to intramurals at Queen's. Some good players, some great stars....but mostly shit players who are just out for a skate more than anything. I really wish Bre could have seen pro NHL games live, and REALLY experienced what hockey is. All in all, it was a great night out (especially when Sammy, who is preggers, was craving Maccas on the way home so we had a midnight pit stop on the way!) and really made me miss playing myself. Next year!
I should probably run, since I have to drop off my last french assignment and then hit the books again. I'm going out tonight with Dave for our weekly Zumba class - remember that dance-fitness class I talked about one post way long ago? Well, we've gone every week and I swear it's the most fun $15 I spend weekly. Apart from that, not much is planned for the afternoon, although I may quit studying early to go home and have a quick nap.....the entire weekend and 2 unexpected late nights in a row really did take a whole lot out of me!!
Keep the emails and updates from you ends coming - can you believe that I only have a couple more months till I'm home and see most of you in person?? Crazy!
All my love,
xoxo Danielle
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