05.21.10

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN! He is an old man25 years young! It was strange for me not being able to just go and get him a birthday present. We are budgeting pretty hard, and well, there is no way I could spend money without him knowing! I tried to make it special for him in every way I could though, and I think he was just excited to be in Australia.
We had a great dinner and then ate a chocolate mars-bar cake. After the third bite I thought I had died of chocolate overdose!
That night, Justine and Jov took us out to a club called C.Q. It was downtown Melb, and was our first nightclub experience.
They played house all night long.which, John and I both love. It was a pretty big club, and it was decently packed. Everyone was dressed to the nines, and we didnt hesitate on getting to the bar.
Ordering drinks here is so much different then in the states. First, they dont work for tips here(no one does). Second, their drinks are completely different. Their alcohol isnt even the same. They didnt know what a washington apple was, and telling them how to make it is just as hard when you dont know what their brands of alcohol are. Jov ordered us a shot called citros. Not too sure what exactly is in it except for absinth, 151 and sambuca. If ever there was a description on the taste of a donkeys assthis would hit it right on the nail, Im sure! My face was cringing with the after taste for at least 10 minutes after I took it down. It did the job though, we got a buzz right away, and with how expensive drinks are out here, it was nice to make the most of one shot!
We danced all night long. Everyone did! That is the one thing that I really love about Melbourneeveryone was dancing. In Cleveland, most people just stand around, but everyone, all over the club, was full-on dancing their tookies off. Its great when you can see a bunch of people being brought together by music, and just letting loose. Its one of my most favorite things in the worldto watch people dance, and of course, to dance with them.
The only bad thing about the night was Jessi. Yes, my dear friend back home, the lady who is watching my dogs, Jessi. Me and her are soul mates when it comes to clubbin, music and painting the town. We always were, from head to toe, the best dressed girls in Cleveland (and any city we partied in for that matter), we knew everyone that was anyone, and could not only sing every house/techno song known to man, but could request it by title and artist. I take a small pride in our expertise in the nightlife arts, and it just pained me to know that this clubthis townit was without my Jessi. Its just not the same without her to make havoc with. Although I still had fun, I just couldnt help but keep turning around to look for her so that I could scream in her ear.OMGOSH!!!! Its our song!!!!. My dear Jessi, this ones for you!

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