Bussel Sprouts

So many things! So many exciting things!

So last weekend...
We have this friend and his name is Jeremy and he likes to be shirtless, surf, take saltwater baths, eat carrots and do sustainable things. He invited us to his house for the weekend to hang out with his parents and sit on the beach and go surfing and hiking and stuff.

He lives in a town called Busselton. It's beautiful, and beachy and sunny.

Yup, here it is. We got there late afternoon...

Wait, wait, I have to back up. I just want to say that up until this date I was living in the week from down under and by down under I'm not talking about Australia I'm talking about a very terrible place. During this week I got about two hours of sleep a night so my body was close to comatose. This will apply later in the story, I promise. 

So we got there late afternoon. Rolled up in a turquoise pickup truck to a cozy little beach house with like...bikes and surfboards on the deck, a guest house that overlooked the beach, a living room with two sofas, a fireplace and a wall full of books, and a little puppy named Jordie. *sigh*

We decided to have a few beers and then bike ride into town to meet a few of Jeremy's friends that night. Four beers later, the four of us plus a friend of Jeremy's boarded our bicycles, donned a jumper and took off down the road with a torch in hand and a bike basket full of spare...drinks. We ditched our bikes behind an old building in the grass and then waltzed into a nightclub/bar thing. It's a good thing I was dressed for the occasion in a blue and white wool sweater with about 50 blond men skiing all over it. 

The rest of the night was great.... 

We had McDonalds. I think their burger fryer was broken because we waited like half an hour for our greasy bundles of satisfaction. We also took a taxi. I've never really done that before. We also slept in a camper in the neighbor's back yard, just for the fun of it. 

So that was fun. I woke up the next morning absolutely not ready to get up, so I didn't. Jeremy's mom took the other two girls for a hike while I slept until 3 in the afternoon. And then read a book on the beach. 

Great day. 

Cool thing is the next day was even better, what with the fishing in the morning and surfing in the afternoon :D

Ok, I know what you're thinking. Try to calm your sense of awe at my extreme dudette-ness. First of all, I was extremely proud of my fishing skills, let's get that out there. I haven't caught a fish since 5 years old when I caught a sunny off the cabin dock and ran up to my parents screaming "I GOT A FISHY!!", so this was quite the moment for my sense of accomplishment. It was a herring, actually. 

Secondly, surfing sounds awesome I know, but if you count the rip tide I got myself caught in, the rocks I smashed against and the amount of sand in my crevices, you probably wouldn't be as impressed. However, I did actually successfully ride some waves on my knees... 

So that was that. Pics? OK.