So Many Beautiful Women

The rest of my weekend turned out really well. I had a great time. Although my stomach never quite made a full recovery, it was greatly improved from the sorry state I found it in Saturday morning. Thank-you greasy burger and post-mix Coke - courtesy of Hungry Jacks. I can't believe how much better it made me feel. It made me feel so good I went down the coast. This turned out to be a terrific decision.

I managed to get somebody to ride shotgun this time around, and Tim came along. We got down there, had a swim and enjoyed the sun and the salt. It was lovely. The weather was absolutely perfect for the beach. The water was a little dangerous, but I like it that way. It gets the blood pumping a little bit. There were some spots where the bottom just disappeared, and there were a few surging waves that had the power to knock you off your feet. Once the lifesavers packed up for the day though, it was time for us to retire as well.

We went back up to the apartment and hung out for a bit. Had a few beers, got a bit hungry and decided to hit the surfclub for some dinner. This we did. Scored some $5 Asahis which was pretty sweet. They even gave us some styrofoam stubbie coolers so that they wouldn't get too hot. We managed to swing a seat at the window overlooking the beach. Because it was dark you couldn't see anything to start off with. As we waited for our meals though we did get to see some action. There was a few kids sneaking out for cigarettes, there were some other kids with beers in a bag, then there was something that we couldn't figure out straight away. Way out on the horizon there was a glowing yellow light that had appeared. Neither of us had noticed it before, but we certainly had now. We weren't sure what it was. Was it a sailboat out at sea? A tanker, perhaps? As we were watching it it looked as though it was getting larger and brighter, but it was happening at such a slow rate we couldn't be certain. Eventually through the cloud of $5 Asahis and a lovely bistro meal we were able to determine what it was. The moon. It was amazingly bright, and brilliantly yellow. Not quite full, but very impressive. It was our dessert. There was also an attractive blond girl behind me with a pink top on. She was also beautiful. And a waitress. And a girl off to my right.

After dinner we decided to head to the pub across the road, the Miami Tavern, also home to the Shark Bar. Tim remembered this place from a trip many years ago, he remembered it as being pretty dodgy, a bit of a dive. Your typical suburban pub. So in we went. And, boy oh boy, did we choose the right night to be there. It was the semi-final of the search for Miss Miami. So, yeah. That's what we did for the rest of the night. Drank too much. Too many Jaegerbombs. Lost too many games of pool. Spoke a bit of random shit to random people. Spoke to Justin the divorcee. He warned me off one lady who was stunning. Apparently she was a man eater. I wouldn't have minded. Eventually it got to be closing time and Tim and I stumbled off into the night. More drink-fuelled madness transpired. As we were starting to wind down Tim decided it was time to raid the nearby 7Eleven. I stayed in. It turns out the 7Eleven raided Tim.

Next day we slept in late, enjoying the air-conditioning in the bedrooms. When we did rise we hit the beach pretty quickly to clear our heads. If anything it was an even more perfect day than the one before. There were certainly plenty of people at the beach. Not surprisingly many of them were beautiful women. The water was great though, maybe a little more powerful than the day before, but a bit cleaner as well. The clarity in the water was amazing. It was the middle of the day though so we didn't linger in the water too long, as that would not have been sun smart.

We decided to get some food and thought that we'd head up to Burliegh Heads where there was a lot more to choose from. We decided to walk along the beach, this was a good decision. It was ridiculous. Once at Burliegh we decided that we'd have a nice meal at a restaurant that is on the beach there. We went to be seated and there was this judgmental dickhead there who suggested that perhaps we didn't really want to eat there. Wanker. We stayed though and were served by a lovely girl who made up for the initial rudeness. It was a very lazy sort of a lunch. We both had some fish. A little wine. Felt the breeze on our skin. Watched the people frolicking in the water and baking in the sun. It was great. We were there for quite a while, and it was really very nice. We walked back to the apartment, saw somebody have a near death experience. We kicked him when he was down too. He shouldn't have been there in the first place. I think that I fell in love at least 50 times that day.

After lunch we rested for a while and that was about it for the trip. Sunday night we walked up to Burliegh again for some fish tacos. There was some sort of hippie convention happening with people banging drums and dancing around and twirling fire and lounging around and stuff. We had our fish tacos which were delicious. Enjoyed the ambience. Apparently I'd gotten a bit sunburned that day though and looked a little messed up. A bit deranged. Oh well. After tacos we got some gelati. The ice-cream girl was exceptionally beautiful and really a very lovely person as well.

As you can see there was something playing on my mind for most of the weekend. I don't know if it is because of the company, or if it's just one of those hormonal surges that happen occasionally, but it was a great weekend.