Carmen and I both woke up with the birds at the crack of dawn today – proof that we haven’t been all that successful in dodging the effects of jet lag. Still, we didn’t have anything all that taxing planned for the day so I was confident that we’d make it through.
Before the fun could start, however, Carmen unfortunately had to take care of finishing an assignment for Uni and get that sent off. With that taken care of, the plan was to head off to the shops again to grab some more clothes for Carmen considering we’d still not heard anything about where our bags were.
Lo and behold, no sooner had we started to make a move towards the door and QANTAS were on the phone to confirm that our bags had arrived in the overnight flight from LAX, and that they would deliver them ASAP. We wanted to head out to the airport anyway to pick up some emergency funds owed to us by the airline, so without hesitation we jumped in the car and got the job done.
With all of that taken care of and Carmen sparking up considerably now that she actually had her own clothes back, it was time for her to kick off the process of meeting all my long-time Aussie mates. First stop we cruised around to pick up Renee before heading out to Karla and Justin’s beautiful house at Holland Park where we also met up with some more of my Uni buddies in Karen and Christine.
We had a fantastic lunch and relished the opportunity to catch up with one another after a good few of us having flown in from various parts of the globe to be in Brisbane for Christine’s wedding next weekend. Carmen got on like a house on fire with the girls which gave me the opportunity to have a chin wag with Justin. Despite all the conversation going on, Karla and Justin’s gorgeous two sons, Rhys & Toby kept us all thoroughly entertained with their constant antics. Rhys in particular was in fine form treating us with his costumed impressions of a pirate, a doctor and a ventriloquist (which had me in stitches at least).
We stuck around for a lot longer than first planned which meant Carms and I were pretty late to get home, dump the car and head back in towards town to get amongst the party atmosphere of the annual Caxton Street Seafood and Wine Festival. Having left our arrival as late as we did (after dark), what we were met with at the front gate was quite intimidating. There were drunken 20-somethings everywhere! A result of already 5 or so hours of drinking in the afternoon sun. Needless to say the street was well and truly humming. We met up with an old school mate of mine, Lee, and his lovely new fiance (of a week), Katie.
With it being practically impossible to get our hands on any decent food without fighting with drunken crowds, we left Lee and Katie after a couple of hours and headed back down into town to find some food before finally hitting the wall around 10pm and heading home yawning the whole way.
A fun day filled with good friends and good times!