Hello all. Yes, yes, I know that there's been a lack of updates, especially some pertaining to my birthday. But class projects and trip planning have been taking up a good portion of my time, recently.
So first, my birthday. Friday night was wonderful. I was able to go out to dinner with a large group of friends over on Beaumont Street, and good times we had by all. The day of my actual birthday, the Saturday after that, was considerably slower. Instead of going out and partying, I chose instead to have a quiet night in with friends, playing poker and drinking and the like. Pretty enjoyable, as far as 21st birthdays go.
The following week was spent putting some finishing touches on some history papers, nothing major. The rest of the week was spent stressing over travel details and what to pack.
Thursday night was when things got interesting.
At least, it was supposed to be. According to a clerical error made during the reservation process, I had accidentally purchased a ticket for the morning train ride, rather than the evening trip that I had thought I had instead. After much cursing at myself, I sulked back to International House, and bought a ticket for Friday night. That portion, the traveling last night, went off without nary a hitch. I caught about three hours sleep in about twelve hours travel, and arrived at the bus depot in Surfer's Paradise like some kind of mindless zombie.
This leads me to today's debacle. I must have spent about two hours this morning trying to find accommodation, but since it is Easter Weekend, most everything from hotels to motels to hostels had been booked solid. I was lucky enough to find a motel about ten minutes away from the downtown area, though I was feeling kind of desperate at the time, needing to sleep and use the facilities in an altogether terrible way. So now here I am, typing the results of the past 24 hours to all of my readers, the rest of the group from Newcastle at some waterpark nearby, trying to chalk this up as a learning experience, but mostly just feeling pissed at myself.
Surfer's Paradise, however, is a remarkable place. The place seems small enough, but the area is dotted with towering residential buildings and souvenir shops. The entire place feels like an odd mixture between Miami as one sees it in movies and Burn Notices, and the Wisconsin Dells. I will attempt to explain this madness after I get a few more hours of sleep behind me.
Talk to ya soon.
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