Thursday's Child (lauri8) wrote,
Thursday's Child

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Springtime in November

I'm in Australia--in Melbourne to be more precise--and they have had rain this year, which means that everything is blooming with a vengeance (including poor Stewart's allergies). I got here day before yesterday. Jet lag is for pussies. Well, I'm posing a bit. The jet lag will hit me on the return trip. Right now I am bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, other than constantly walking on the wrong (which is to say the right) side of the road, banging into doorways and whatnot. But let's begin at the beginning. . . .

At Austin-Bergstrom Airport:

What is it? You tell me. It's enormous though, hanging overhead from the ceiling, looking for all the world like a steampunk spaceship.

And I was sorely tempted to take advantage of a chair massage, but I'm on a budget. And they looked fairly busy, anyway.

I'd been up until 1 a.m. the night before, then had gone in to work at 4:30 a.m., working until 12:30 p.m. when I went home to finish packing, so by the time I got to SFO I was hurting pretty bad. I found a quiet gate and put my feet up against a pillar and laid there like that, contemplating the ceiling and feeling vaguely suspended, for a good 15 or 20 minutes.

Then it was time to board for the Sydney flight, the dreaded 15-hour leg of the journey. It really wasn't too bad. Maybe that had something to do with the three Vicodin I took. Once in Sydney I transferred for the short hop to Melbourne. Standing in line to board what I think was actually the same 747 I arrived on, I had plenty of time to contemplate this public art installation:

I know, right? It's like, welcome to Australi--HELL-o! Pretty awesome. Especially when you're working on roughly 2 hours of sleep in the last 2 days and a bit compromised on Vicodin to boot. Talk about your indelible impressions.

And then I was in Melbourne, and customs went fast, my bags practically first off the plane, and so my charmed existence continues. Dan and Stewart were waiting for me outside the baggage claim. They didn't see me, so I had the pleasure of walking up to their table (because naturally you put little cafe tables next to the baggage claim where people can sip their coffee and eat their sandwiches while they wait for you to deplane, it's only civilized) and being all "ta-daaa" and they reacted with gratifying surprise and off we went to McKean Street.

More to come. There will be lots of pictures of flowers soon, because I know my mother will enjoy them. If you aren't interested in pictures of flowers, you may want to check back later for more interesting things like wombats and vistas and such. I never got into the whole "here's a picture of my food" thing, so I wouldn't expect much of that. But hey, I'll take requests, and if you ask for pictures of my food, that's what you'll get! I want to be responsive, you see. Am I babbling? I'm babbling. Jet lag is for pussies.

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