Rolin on a river

Wednesday evening Lisianne and I just had a fun night in and spend our time listening music. We were dancing to Tina Turner, mimicking rolin on a river. Eye of the tiger and other classics also passed bye. When it was time for bed, an unwanted guest stirred things up.

Poor Lisianne stepped on a cockroach while wearing socks. Lots of screams later, she managed to put the dead thing in a plastic baggie. In her fear of it rising from the dead she only opened the outside door and dropped it right on our doorstep instead of in the bin outside. I took it to the bin in the end, while Lisianne was scrubbing the floor in order to prevent cockroachbabies crawling over the carpet in the future. Naturally when retelling the story, the cockroach has grown an inch in size.

The next day, besides having a pr lecture, I got fed up with the Sydney busses. The one that had to take me was ten minutes early, which I only caught by accident since I was already done and decided to go sit in the sun at the busstop. The next one would have arrived fourty minutes later. On the way back I also had to wait half an hour for it to show up. In the evening I had another rehearsal and the revue launch party. The Sydney Uni has eleven different revues, including engineering, science and queer, which all performed one sketch. The queer one, for example, had a guy impersonating Susan Boyle. The launch came with free fingerfood and drinks and afterwards we danced and went to two different pubs.

The next day Lisianne and I went shopping. In between all the expensive stores charging eighty bucks for a tanktop, we found a store that was having an end of season sale with already cheap clothes. Since most Australians do not have a need for a springcoat, except for these two months, they were very cheap and so were the other things like sweaters. Since we will return to Dutch weather, we most certainly will find proper uses for our purchases. That evening we had a party in Kings Cross which was a fancier place then usual we figured, so we dressed up a bit. When we arrived there a notice indeed stated that there was a dresscode (the only thing I remember was 'NO thongs'). Once inside watching people, it seemed as if this code only applied to women. The guys were all wearing sneakers and the girls high heels and skimpy dresses on the verge of hookerfashion (also in the line of the biggest trend here: wearing leggings as jeans). At some point we decided we had enough and went back sining rolin on a river while walking and spend an hour drinking tea.

The following day we explored the mysterious racks of vintage clothes on the Surry Hills market. If sequined onsies are your things, you should definitely move to Surry Hills. The rest of the day we picknicked in the park and we were joined by the most adorable puppies that came looking for food. I even got licked in the face by the most adorable little happy thing. When it got too cold outside we went back in and I decided to clean my room. The vacuum here makes you feel like a ghostbuster and if you add the sound it makes, it seems as if you are wearing a jetpack and about to shoot into space.

We had an invitation to go out for dinner in the centre, but we were cold and decided to just stay in and watched a movie of a zebra wanting to be a race horse. Tomorrow I will have rehearsals and try to find my way to Bondi for a bbq with the Sundaybusschedule. Oh how the Dutch person yearns for her bike.