Memories from Brisbane

Dedicated to all Embassy and all the nice people I met in Brisbane

While on the bus on my way to Sydney, I was recalling every single moment of the last 5 weeks:

from drinking in the balcony to Tommy Briggs’ madness,
from Dave, Carl, Jocelyn, Barry and Jamie Boy playing guitar every night to random iPod's played in cheesy speakers,
from "On the Bus" to "Shitted" card games,
from the Embassy to the Down Under,
from shitty pizzas at 5am to Joce's lovely cookies,
from Max working at Jade’s to Chris in Z Bar (and been fired later)
from Frank’s “I'm not too sure” to James singing what he speaks,
from cotton tips to Ctrl+N and then Alt+Tab,
from free drinks to pool games at Down Under,
from Mehrtash (Mac) writing that never ending essay to Zara desperately applying for a New Zealand Visa,
from meeting Inga, George and Tom to meeting Mike and Ben,
from Zara, Jocelyn and Frank cleaning the shit left in the balcony, to Nicola and Mike at reception,
from Elizabeth St. to Queen St.,
from room 308, to 405 to 411 to 310,
from suck at bowling to win at pool with Seb!,
from South Bank to New Farm,
from my sprained ankle to James' lost tooth,
from bed bags to air conditioner leaks,
from dancing at Mad Dance House, to dancing with Chris at Down Under (that was my best night, promise).
from first crew (all irish and british people) to second crew (german and british people).

I would’ve loved to stay longer and longer and longer, though I know it was the right time to go. Hope to catch up with you sometime... here, there, everywhere.

Lots of love!!!
xxxx