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PART THREE
Here's a somewhat vague travelogue of my trip to Brisbane, and the three days during which I met Positronbob, Felicity, Yahtzee and Rhubarb Celestial. Click on the pictures for bigger ones.
DAY TWO (Tuesday. Where did Monday go? Fuck knows!)
I spent most of the morning in Surfers Paradise. There are a lot of reasons I dislike Surfers Paradise. One of them is grammatical. Y'see, it's missing a possessive apostrophe. It's something to do with naming conventions, in that suburb titles should not contain punctuation marks. Pop quiz: What is the only location in the United States to have a posessive apostrophe in? If you give a fuck, the answer is at the end of this page.
So. Surfer(')s Paradise. 9AM. NOTHING IS FUCKING OPEN. I guess the surfy culture doesn't wake up prior to, oh, 4PM. Anyhow.
Got back from the Gold Coast around lunch time. Went to collect Positronbob and Felicity, with the plan being to go Christmas shopping at the Logan Hyperdome.
It has three "r"s in! And it looks like the ABC shop won out.
This evening we went bowling. Dan won the first round, I won the second. I can't remember who wound up with the scorecards, so you'll have to take my word for it. Truth be told, no one cares anyway.
DAY THREE (Wednesday.)
We basically started today with no clue whatsoever what we were doing. I drove around most of the morning trying to figure out where Pbob and Felicity were, due to missing one pissy little side street and thusly becoming lost.
I found them, eventually. Called Rhubarb, arranged to meet in the city. Decided, in a rare moment of braveness, to drive into the city. The guy I was staying with suggested a spot for parking, and having glanced at a map I figured it was a fairly simple place to get to. So off we went. Found ample parking. Everything going well.
Met Yahtzee and Rhubarb in the same location again, generally minced about looking confused and sounding unconversational. Somewhat photojournalistic article to ensue:
The Wang Dynasty!
My exaggerated pleas for someone to place their hand casually over the "cha" were not met with good graces. Sigh.
While snacking at one of the small cafes along the Energex Arbour, we also happened upon a freak occurance, Santa Claus on his lunch break, snacking merrily on a parcel of hot chips. It's nice to know it's Queensland fried foods that keep Jolly ol' St. Nick's arteries so joyously blocked.
Ho, ho, ho. Also, Lt. Uhura spots someone she knows.
Here're some random photographs:
Everyone under a tree. Everyone looks bored except me. I look lethal.
Yahtzee bravely purchases a snowcone.
Statue torture.
I stole Yahtzee's hat.
Fireworks over Brisbane. Yawn.
Here's one for the abundant geeks on Yahtzee's forums.
LOOK HE ALMOST RESEMBLES GOD
And here's a brief summary of the rest of the evening, due to the fact that this all occured a month ago and I don't recall specifics:
Fireworks. Sat on grass. Watched someone in Brisbane desperately try to signal for Batman, but fail due to forgetting to put the bat-shaped mask over the spotlight. Nonetheless giving it a valiant effort with not one, but four spotlights waving about the sky. Presumably under the assumption that Batman, not seeing his signature bat-shaped-silhouette, may respond to a very adamant display of non-bat silhouettes.
Wandered back to the car park under the impression that it closed about two hours prior, possibly leaving my car buried beneath Brisbane until 6AM the following morning. Arrived at the vehicle to see this was indeed not so. Duly relieved.
Bid farewell to Yahtzee and Rhubarb in a predictably awkward fashion. Developed secret relationship with Yahtzee that's destined to bloom into something marvellous. In another quantum universe. Where things like that are okay.
Returned to car again. Somehow managed to get out of extremely crowded car park. Took everyone home. Ran a red light. Scared the shit out of Spock. All's well that ends well.
UNTIL NEXT TIME.
Oh, yeah. Answer to pop quiz: Martha's Vineyard.
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