Friday I had to work a double, again. Luckily Kristin was a great sport about it and easily kept herself occupied souvenir shopping. That evening she met up with Sara to celebrate our friend Matt's birthday, and once finished with work I joined them. It was a birthday party unlike any birthday party I had ever been too. Matt decided that for his birthday he wanted to go to a foam party. This was a novelty to me. All I gathered was that foam (the white, bubbly, soapy stuff) would be involved somehow. This assumption was correct. I entered the bar to a room full of people covered in foam, dancing in a sea of bubbles and having a grand 'ol time. From the ceiling hung a foam machine that would generate heaps of foam and dump it on the club-goers below. This was more than I had bargained for, and I opted to stay on the outskirts of the dance floor as far away from the foam-spitter as possible. We had a great time dancing, but the fumes and smell of the foam was unpleasant and slightly nauseating. We left after a short while. At least I left the cleanest I've ever been after a party. Although I have no intentions of ever returning to a foam party, I'm glad that I can add it to my list of "firsts".
Saturday I also had to work in the evening again, but we spent the morning at Paddy's Markets, Australia's original market, browsing the stalls full of souvenirs, clothing, jewelry, sun glasses and much, much more. Kristin again spent the evening with Sara while I worked. Then around 11:00 pm she came to the Summit. I had intended to meet up with them after work, so I was startled when I turned and saw Kristin walking towards me worried that something had happened. But no, she just came in to say hello. I introduced her to my co-workers and managers. Frank, who I am now quite fond of, told me to sign-off and go sit in the Orbit Lounge for some cocktails and tapas. Wahoo! I got off work early AND got free food and drink. Thank you Kristin for being such a good looking, charming visitor. I know it was the dimples that did it. We spent about an hour in the bar, circling round viewing Sydney at night before we headed home to rest up for the most exciting day of our trip yet -- skydiving day. Dun dun dunnnn...
2 comments:
The foam party sounds like an easy thing to skip. However, I have to applaud Frank for his good taste. I would gladly bake a cheesecake for you two lovelies any time. Maybe some pumpkin with a drizzle of caramel, dollop of whipped cream and a dusting of fresh nutmeg?
i will NEVER forget the foam party and i will NEVER forget the feeling of ALMOST DYING underneath the foam machine...certainly not the way i thought i would end my trip. haha!!! not to mention the fact that i came by summit early to get out of my double date. what a night!!!
and thanks for making it memorable, luca!!!
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