Now you can't turn back, cause this road is all you'll ever have.

No Shirt. No Shoes. No Problem.

I'm in Macca's (McDonald's) and can look to my left and see two people not wearing shoes, in their swimsuits, enjoying Big Mac meals in a booth, accompanied by a nice Cherry Coke frosty.  No one in America would stand for that.  Bare feet? *GASP* Germs!  Sand? Salt-watered clothes?  *DOUBLE GASP* It's funny how a little bit sand that's shaken off you in the doorway of your local grocery store is just swept under the rug (literally).  Hi extra-tan-hottie in the boardshorts, please drip your salt-watered body all over my produce.  Thank you.

It's just a little something I call adapting... however, don't expect me to be walking around barefoot anytime soon... I still am very much afraid of foot germs.

Another little change is that I'm in Macca's using the Internet.  And, I use that statement very loosely... it's more like I've spent the last forty minutes angrily trying to load Facebook, and have instead resorted to rocking out to my iTunes and writing out my complaints.  I'd say it's worth the $1.75 I spent on the hot fudge sundae I bought just to sit here and steal (sucky) Internet.

Weekend Breakdown: 

Saturday night my friend Hilary and I went out to Kings Cross for a couple of drinks. Hilary, being the socialable person that she is, met some random Aussies on the street while taking a cigarette break (while I'm sitting alone inside... like a cool person). They ended up paying our cover and buying us one drink to enter in the bar next to the one we were currently in (appx. $28 per person!). I ended up hanging out with the Australian University students until 5am, talking about random things and just laughing at the ridiculousness of my night: crashing a 21 year olds birthday party in the heart of Sydney. Reminded me of my college years... oh wait, that was only 6 months ago! Seems like forever ago.

Sunday I spent the day on the beach... a good six hour chunk of my day was spent lounging in the sand with some friends and then hanging at the barbeque with a couple of my other friends. Nothing like good food, good beer, good friends, and some sun for a day well spent.

Monday I only had to work four hours, so afterwards I ventured down to the beach with a friend for a little more sun. It was so much fun to get into the ocean and play around in the waves! It's like being a kid again.

Errr... Check Please?

I'm also still not used to the fact that places here usually have you order your food before you sit down and you usually pay up at the counter.  Real nice restaurants don't, but service is still shotty.  Although, you don't have to tip.  Now, if I could just get service like I do in America without having to shell out %20, then I'd be set.  You've got to flag down waitstaff for everything here, and you still might not get what you need.  But, hey, it's all part of the experience and nothing to get angry about.  If I did get angry every time someone didn't pay the amount of attention to me I thought I deserved I would've died of a stress-induced heart attack yesterday.  Remember "No Worries."  *Sigh* Sometimes I realize just how "American" I really am...

Speaking of being an American, I should probably get out of this McDonald's.  I've spent a little more than an hour here, which I believe is way too much time to spend sitting in a plywood chair, wafting in the fresh french fry aroma. "What's that lovely perfume?" "Oh this?  Just Macca's... free at the corner of Coogee Bay Road and Arden street."  I'm so classy like that.

Now that this blog has gotten awkward... heh... I'm off for home.  Time to sleep and get up bright and early to work again.  When can I get back to that vacation I thought I was on...???

Cheers!