Flat White- Delicious coffee… (also me)
Hello Dear Internet Readers,
I am in Adelaide, Australia. Or Radelaide as the locals so lovingly call it. And it is pretty rad.
Other things that were rad.
My one day in Vancouver between flights that I jam packed with three separate and amazing girlfriend visits. We caught up, we talked of love and art, we drank coffee from JJ Beans, we watched the Oscars. Full with white wine and dissapointment over Billy Crystal’s hosting job, I headed on the wonderful sky train to the Vancouver airport.
Billy Crystal, why you so puffed up and makin’ crass man jokes? Get out of here, and back to the Billy Crystal I love and remember from City Slickers who pulls calves out of cows and nurses them like his own. WE WANT THE KINDER BILLY BACK!!!! NOT THIS IMPOSTER WHOSE FACE IS PUFFED UP WITH CYNICISM!
Anyhow… then I took a 15 hour flight to Sydney Australia with FREE WINE! and FREE MOVIES! and I tried to watch as many of those Oscar nominated films as I could.
I arrived in Sydney at 10 am in the morning. I hadn’t the energy or will to figure out exactly what time that was for me. And I had stupidly booked my second flight to Adelaide at 4, to give myself sufficient time to get through customs. Boo me. My only other customs experience had been going to the states where the HUGE ARMED MAN asked me questions until I admitted I was a bad person and shouldn’t be let into the states.
Who knew that Australian customs would be just be a friendly pretty lady who asked me ” You got any snacks or fruits… are you sure?… WELCOME TO AUSTRALIA.” I had five hours to hang out in the Sydney airport. (Doop de doop de doop)
On the flight to Adelaide they showed a Crocodile Hunter like show on the telly. I felt both excited and scared for my tiny person in this wild country where everyone dresses SO WELL! (feeling like a schlub)
The first thing I saw upon my arrival into Adelaide was… IKEA! So you know, pretty big culture shock.
That’s all for now. My computer is dying and this cafe is filling up, and there is BO smell lingering around me that I am really afraid is me. I don’t think it is.. but what if it is? Oh god. Keep pit checking like a bogan. (NEW WORD FOLKS) BOGAN! ( hope i used it right… i think it might be offensive… not sure)
More to come about my first days at the Fringe! The shows I’ve seen. The other words I’ve learnt. Etc. Heaps good!
Love,
Kirsten
