I am living in an insane asylum, oh wait, I mean hostel in Sydney. It's actually pretty okay except when someone vomited in the sink. Since I never lived in a dorm during college, I get to have that experience at the age of 37, but WITH ACCENTS. It really makes the standing on tables and vomit-fest all the more charming.
I've met more British people than Australians, but I think that it's because there are fewer Australians living in hostels. Here are some words that I have learned since I've been in Australia:
goon - cheap wine in a box that you have to mix with lemonade or Sprite in order to tolerate
walking - this is a very strange mode of transportation they have here. It's the thing I did in Los Angeles to get to the parking spot with my car in it or if you are wealthier what you do to get to the valet.
Um, well, I think the box wine consumption has altered my ability to remember what else I have learned. I have a show at The Laugh Garage Comedy Club, and I get to find out whether or not the dateline and being in the Southern Hemisphere has acted as kryptonite to my Superman-esque comedy genius.
They say it's never too late to have a happy childhood so maybe the same goes for the college-esque experience. In any case, I think it's great that you are taking this great adventure and will even turn off "Top Chef Masters" and the final season of "Monk" so that I can enjoy your exploits. It gives those of us living the boring, suburban life hope that there might be vomit in our future, too!
Posted by: ChiSyl | August 12, 2009 at 05:47 AM
Aussie goon vomit from a Brit. Yeah, that's culture.
Posted by: Agent Edie | August 14, 2009 at 08:13 AM