a primo australia day in our great bush capitall spent drinking new zealand cider at a backyard venue with a most bodacious inflatable pool, some kids cricket set, some beer pong (which i dominated until severe insobriety), some flip cup (which I dominated throughout), and dancing to triple j’s top 100, most of which I didn’t know, except san cisco, which was reviled by my company.
I was talking to a girl that really reminded me of my primary school/middle school ‘love’, and had spent time in paris, and was cute, and a lawyer, and I fell in love. But whatever.
Tried haloumi as well.
We couldn’t work out an australia day greeting (equivalent to merry christmas or happy new year), though most of us gravitated towards “I’m sorry” or “stop the boats!”
