Georgia peaches and karaoke

I love this city. Things just unfold at your feet and before you know it you are singing karaoke with old and new friends you never thought you would see again. Last night was one of those randomly fun nights that started with a twilight beer and ended in a starry walk home. I went out to meet my friend from Georgia whom I met several months ago when I arrived up in Brisbane. He's a peach in every sense of the word, well maybe not in the fact that he is completely ripped. But personality wise he is a doll. I met his friend from home and as we were talking another Brisbane mate walked up. A little English pixie, she's such a doll and so much fun to be around. We caught up and swapped stories and I got really excited to go travelling when my partner in crime gets here in April. One drink turned into several, as it always does, and we wandered around Darling Harbour until we stumbled upon a lack lustre karaoke night. There was a group of barely 20 year old guys awkwardly rocking out away from the dance floor but once we jumped on it the party started. Karaoke is terrible 99% of the time. I personally hate it and even though I lived in Asia for a year and half I only got coaxed into going twice; and that was for leaving parties. We were drunk enough to enjoy the out of tune love ballads and white guys singing reggae. I love those random nights that you could have never planned and even if you had wouldn't have been nearly as fun. After the rim of my wine glass was effectively coated in red lipstick and my stomach was floating in red wine I hauled my heavy bag and heels home. I'm so glad its Friday!

пацалункі!