A weekend in Australia IS a stupid idea...

I started a lil diary during trip 2, but the trip was over so quickly.. I lost track of time and consciousness to be able to properly account for the trip. Here is my official journal.. written at the Sydney airport on Friday, November 12th .. waiting for my plane to Brisbane. I shall tell you the rest of the story .. after.. from memory..

Australia part deux:

Excited about my adventorous nature. Drove to SFO leisurely (good, too- because I got off on the wrong exit and ended up in downtown San Bruno..ugh) Got to the airport and it was SO COLD dare I say NIPPY.. Thought I should have dressed warmer... (grrr) Happily got in line telling the fella I had no bags to check ... he took one look at my bag and insisted on weighing it. DAMN DAMN. it was twice as heavy as allowed for a carry on. FINE! check it..... Went to a fine lil grill place and had some dinner and wine... I was livin large... (sigh) Traded the green stuff in for some ridiculous monopoly lookin money... Terrible exchange rate, but what can you do? It sucks when you only get .90 AUS for a US dollar.. and a friggen diet coke is 3.00AUS.
Went through security surprisingly quickly. I strategically picked the line without the nude x-ray. I feel like an expert at this whole world traveler thing.. I got on the plane SUPER early .. and was bummed when I found out it was a full flight. Sat next to two boys and their pa. The "boy" in front of me was a dick . He sat hard and leaned back really far the whole time... even during the meal service. Didn't sleep great, but well enough. Not happy when the pilot said, "It's a beautiful day in Sydney..." In Meghan-land that translates to sweaty boobs and pits.. It was VERY hot and muggy when I exited the plane. Made a pit stop in the ladies loo and got naked in the stall.. (what? they are spacious) I reapplied my makeup and felt a bit refreshed ..THAT is, until I put my clothes on.. They do NOT believe in AC in the Sydney airport...Had a delish coffee from Gloria Jean's coffee hut.. (haven't seen a starbucks :( ) Just realized the reason for my dewey skin is that I appear to be in some green house, atrium like room in the airport.. I quickly moved and continued to wait for my plane to Brisbane.....

ass officially kicked...

Honestly, if trip 1 was like trip 2 I wouldn't have gone the second time.. I do heart Australia.. But Brisbane was HOT and muggy and I was beat.. who knew a weekend in Australia was a stupid idea. My makeup melted off my face.. and my normally sleek straight hair was a hot mess!! I did find Target and found it interesting, but they don't believe in air conditioning so it was horribly uncomfortable. Met some really kewl peeps.. From a set of 15 year olds that I really got along with ... to a hippy chick who was all touchy feely .... and others who adopted me into their freaky cliques. The scary powderfinger mafia was there... freaks of nature, I tell you. I successfully left all 6 shows after JET and didn't hear any powderfinger noise.. (Yeah me!!!) I did keep a wee journal and shall post my thoughts shortly.. (sigh)

Be honest... You would do the SAME thing!

Look at those lips! SIGH. A few nights ago, I couldn't sleep after reading a horrible news story. Apparently, after the Sunset tour in Australia, Jet would most likely be hibernating for a while. I freaked out. They had shows coming up, I had to see them. I couldn't miss my opportunity. So, um.. well.. I am on my way to Brisbane, mate. Cheers