Continuing in the same vein as yesterday, boatloads of photos with friends! This time, Chrissy (of Mexico fame) came to see me, and I showed her all around Edinburgh:
Before we headed down to London, going to see…Harry Potter and the Cursed Child!
It was excellent, as you would expect. Katie and Shuaib flew down from Edinburgh for the weekend as well, and we all had a blast at the show.
Of course, we went and saw all the good touristy bits too:
Chrissy and I then went to see an interactive version of The Great Gatsby, in which she was hit on by one of the main characters (Tom Buchanan, the sly dog) and I chased after her in heels to save her virtue. I’m such a good friend.
We also got to stand in as background scenery simply because we were so good looking. True story.
I love getting to see all these people that I care about, because while travel is amazing and fun, it’s the people you love who make all the difference.
Now, it may come as a surprise to you all (and most definitely to me), but I’ve actually managed to acquire quite a few friends, despite the fact that I’m bouncing all over. It must be all my witty charm. Or my lounge access. (I’m looking at you, Shuaib). In either case, I spend a lot of time being social and hanging out with some really great people.
As I mentioned before, my friend Katie came all the way up from Brighton in late to November to visit for the weekend. We had an excellent time, and you all will be pleased to know that I’ve acquired a membership the the Historic Scottish Monument society, simply because I’ve visited the castle approximately 1,000 times since arriving.
We also spent a ton of time at Camera Obscura, taking a boatload of photos and being silly.
And obviously, we went to the Christmas markets, because duh it’s Edinburgh, they’re great!
– Carissa “No But How Many Photos of Myself Can I Fit In Here?” Rawson
Well. Here we are. A few short posts into my Australia trip and already we’ve come to an excellent example of how cool I am.
I hopped my flight from Sydney to Brisbane pretty late in the afternoon, which meant that I arrived to my hostel in Brisbane fairly late, (9pm? 10pm?)
Upon check in, I found out that:
1. I was going to be alone in my dorm for the length of my trip. (Yesssss)
2. The guy working the front desk was from Wisconsin, and he high-fived me upon learning that I was an American.
And 3. It was Harry Potter trivia night.
Now if you guys have been following my blog, you will have noticed that in approximately 40% of my photos I am wearing something Gryffindor related.
Do I even own other clothing?
Ok, yes, I like Harry Potter, but also I really just love those shirts…and that sweater.
The point is that I’m exactly who you want on your team during Harry Potter trivia night.
Thus, I dumped my stuff in my room. (Solitary bliss!), and headed straight to the in-hostel bar to kick some trivia ass.
Sadly, I arrived near the end, so I wasn’t able to put in for a win, but a few moments after getting there I managed to impress a few people enough (with my knowledge!) that they invited me to hang out with them.
I agreed readily, and we went over to a table, forming our very own team, which Adam (1 of the 2) cleverly named “You’re a Quizard, Harry.” Get it? Get it?
It was then down to business, and as they rattled off questions, I gave the answers, feeling smugger and smugger at all of my really excellent and cool knowledge.
It was about twenty questions in that I noticed that Adam and Robbo (the other guy) were staring at me in slack-jawed fascination and I realized that perhaps answering literally every question in the trivia contest correctly was maybe not the way to establish my cool credentials.
After the trivia ended, I bade farewell to my new friends and made my way back to my room.
Just kidding. In truth, I told them goodbye, then stood around clutching my drink and chatting until I eventually gave in and headed out to a bar with a huge group of backpackers. Peer pressure, amirite?
Since it was like, a Tuesday, the place wasn’t exactly jamming, but we brought the party and I had an absolute blast dancing around and making a fool of myself.
I especially loved when the Cha Cha Slide came on and I danced the whole dance alone at my table since apparently that’s not a thing in Australia.
We closed the bar down and I headed happily back to my hostel, ready to enjoy a roommate-free experience.
Which was interrupted rudely at 8am the next morning when a girl came in and dropped all her stuff off before heading back out. And then again at 9am when the next girl came in, dropped her things off, and slammed the door when leaving. And again at 10am when the girl who cleans the dorms came in and vacuumed around my huddled form as I tried to pray the hangover away.
It was after this that I packed my bag, dragged on last night’s clothes, and slunk out with my sunglasses on to the Holiday Inn down the street.