Aptly named because me and ma associate drank a bottle of vodka between us, and because we decided to watch the sun come up from the beautiful beach of Northcliffe (I’m just being a suck up). It was fun until the sun actually came up and it dawned on us that it was daylight and we still hadn’t been to bed yet.
Visiting pubs rather than clubs really makes for a fantastic night, and while we all know that is typically called a pub crawl, I would like to think that I’m more classy than that and call it an understated night of alcohol-enhanced activities. Many thanks to Kyal for inspiring me to be more positive about moving back to Brisbane, which despite its organised and well planned city dynamics, it really is a stinking hot place with zilch things to do except run around on a timer (yes, I am a runner).
11:31 PM on Wednesday 9th March 2011