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
