Breasties at the beach are becoming a common sight for me, although I don't think I could have a conversation with a topless woman without feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Also, family and friends, I haven't taken up the habit, so no worries.
Went to Bondi Beach today! In case you were wondering where the previous comment came from. It's a super famous beach with lots and lots of people. Today was a pristine day, and Kaylee and I spent some quality time body surfing the waves. However, lady swimmers are not made specifically to be thrown around by waves, as with every fresh new wave, I had to go scrambling for my suit. Kaylee and I saw one beast of a wave coming, so we got ready to body surf it, but were unprepared for its intensity. Kaylee did a backflip underwater, slammed into me and then scraped her back on the ocean floor, while I was up ahead of her losing both pieces of my swimsuit and getting groped by strange hands in all the mayhem and chaos. Saltwater everywhere. In the eyes and esophagus. .... Best day ever, but laughter hurts when you snort saltwater.
Kaylee, Christine, and I had the grand idea of walking up to town, grabbing a few chilled drinks and then having them on the beach. We did so, only to come back and find out that alcohol was not allowed on the beach, so like hooligans, we found the nearest tree to hide under and transfer our passionfruit and strawberry drinks into our empty water bottles. However, instead of getting two of the same drink, I got a fruity one and then had a Corona, so mixing the two was not an option and I tucked the beer away in my purse to save for later. After finishing my first drink on the beach, I decided to inconspicuously try to transfer my second drink into my water bottle, but realized that it was not a twist-off top (and strangely enough, I did not have a bottle opener with me) so my only other option was to pry it open with my fingernail clippers which resulted in a large slice in finger, BLOOD EVERYWHERE.
There's a point to that story...the point is that Sydney kind of roughed me up today.
*Ahem*
Next, I ran into the chair on the train.
But, the frosting on the cake is when I was attempting a polite walk across a clear road and a speeding car came racing around the corner...it was then I realized why my mom told me never to run across a road...it's because when you run, you slip, and that road took me right out. Right on my rear. It's ok, I only scraped my butt (great day to wear a skirt), smoked my knee, and jammed my left ring finger, which is now so swollen and blue I cannot remove my ring. Also, a good chunk of Sydney got a swell glimpse of my underwear today BUT...my precious camera, the one that cost me a summer's worth of salary, was sitting in my hand that took the beating, leaving the camera completely untouched.
Seriously, take my finger, but please, PLEASE, don't hurt my camera.
We went to the Harbour again tonight for a final night out but it started raining. So we took the train back.
*Sigh*. Thanks for everything, Sydney.
Manders
Sounds like you'd be safer playing rugby than walking around the city! The great thing about being a tourist somewhere is that there are always cheap bottle-openers with the name of whatever city you find yourself in on them, so you can pick one up relatively inexpensively. They're also good souvenirs for people back home! (*cough*cough)
ReplyDeleteAlso, you should learn some self-defense to ward off beach gropers :P
Haha thank you, but all this advice would have been better put to use a few days ago. It's ok, that slice didn't last for long, but my finger is all kinds of colors at the moment.
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