The iconic welcome sign
I must have had about 80 beers when I booked these plane tickets for this morning’s flights as a) it was departing at 8am and b) it was to Brisbane, when I was actually going to Surfers Paradise tonight. Thankfully this was my only knobbish behaviour to be exhibited on this leg.
Any negative vibes about getting up so early, being on the train before sunrise, the cold crisp Sydney morning air were forgotten upon landing in Brisbane, even if it was foggy (smog is probably a more accurate description). It seemed to clear up the further I got out of Brisbane and there were only clear skies when I got into the Gold Coast.
I hadn’t had much in the way of breakfast so to say I was starving was an understatement. Club sandwiches are the baddest boys of all, but it was no match for my hunger. I could have had another pint of Hahn Super Dry to go, since the bartended really admired my Brazillian soccer jersey I was wearing. Respect!
The last person I hung out with in QLD the last time I was here was my good friend sarah and tonight she was
Really cheap too!
going to be the first person I would see. She has moved out to Highland Park and conveniently has a pub next door to where she lives. LETS GOOOOOO!!! Her husband Leigh looked after the kids Narissa, Rana, J’won and the latest addition, Shiana, while we darted up to try and win some meat for the raffles. We were unlucky, so we ducked back down to Sarah’s while she got ready and I watched the latest kids TV shows with the kids.
There’s plenty of choice these days when it comes to TV shows for the kids. Even such ‘new’ characters like Dora the Explorer seem scrapheaped, in favour of some program on the Disney Channel with three mermaids and some alien fighting superhero called Ben 10. Man, what ever happened to the trusty Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, even Dastardly and Muttley; the characters that you grew up with and stood the test of time?
Soon we were off to where I was staying, just north of the famous Islander resort (where I stayed in ’03 and again in ’07). The balcony had great views (not as good as the Islander’s balcony where Sarah posed for photos). Soon
A table in the corner, go figure!
we left for The Strip, where our first stop was “Sin City” nightclub. It was supposed to be RnB/Hip Hop music here but all they were playing was electro. WTF! Also, the Bedroom (where we went last time I was up here) had ladies night on, with sleazy male strippers. No thanks. I’ll stick to the normal strippers.
Her schoolfriend Clint (Wokka as he was called) was working the front door of one strip club and he made sure we got looked after. We had front row seats and all we had to do was make sure that we had a drink as opposed to the Sydney stripclubs, where by sitting down you are obliged to tip the dancers. Just what I’ve heard. Most of the strippers weren’t even worth looking at - I’m not saying they were ugly or unattractive, but they had no energy on that stage. They might have done well with the striptease and taking off their clothes, but again, nothing special, until a dancer called Scarlett came on.
Scarlett was like Dita Von Teese - a bit more meat on the bone and especially a bit more bacon too. Plus she had the
hot bangs and hot moves going, as opposed to those fake robotic tanned girls - DAMN! We wanted a private show with her but she wasn’t offering, so instead we tried to watch some of the other girls on but they just did not appeal to us. We saw what we had to see already.
We ventured back to Sin City, where my hand is stamped by the doorman and is so permanent that I could come back on Sunday night and still get in. Finally there was a bit of hip hop being played, but we had to leave around 3am to meet Wokka when he finished his shift. I only lived a block away from Cavill Av but Wokka was nice enough to drop me off home. I was nice enough not to waste any electricity, as I walked straight into my room, kicked off my shoes and went to bed.
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