Adelaide's freaking awesome.
Writing that statement's a bit like waking up from a night of drunken revelries and telling someone you had an "awesome night" without ever elaborating on the sordid details. So I'll fill you in on all the stories that range from average to juicy to ignominious that finally led to the epic conclusion of Adelaide being a truly cool place.
Story #1: How I Came To Make Adelaidian Friends
As I mentioned in a previous post, I attended the debating dinner for AUDS members. It was there that I met my present friends: A., C.M., H. and J. During that dinner, I only talked to H. and C.M. H and I bonded over our stalker-ish activity of drooling over any attractive Law boys, of which there were many. Later on, I was introduced to E., the psychology student who is a vegan and also a closet Anime/Manga fan. After trading favourite Animes titles, E. showed A. (who was a not so closet fan of Anime/Manga after exclaiming loudly in the packed food court, "I LOVE ANIME TOO!") and me the secret store of everything to do with Anime and Manga that is conveniently located in a discrete location right next to Millers and EB Games. So really, the only ones who'll ever see us entering said store will be fellow fans and grandmas. A. has a tendency to bring randoms to lunch and one random was P. (of whom some of you may already know through my frequent exclamations) and A.P., who is nice but so annoying. Also, Y. the third year med student comes to lunch with S. who is gay and extremely attractive.
Story #2: The Night Of Solidification (Solidification of what?!)
One particular Saturday night, we went to dinner at a pub in North Adelaide. The dinner itself wasn't that interesting except for various faux pas on my behalf. Some of them include me saying, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" while vigorously chewing on a piece of steak so as to answer a question. Y. choked on his Lemon and Lime Bitters. The drinking session that occurred after the dinner was when things became eyebrow-raising. For instance, A.P. threw up and urged us at the top of his voice to "CALL THE AMBULANCE!" and "PHONE MY MUMMY. SHE'S A DOCTOR." Apparently, A.P. has no recollection of the night but we all now know that he's a mommy's boy. Also of interest was this rather peculiar photo that was taken while playing Kings. Have fun guessing who it is:
(In the background is H. who is in her pajamas)
It turns out that this was the night that friendships were solidified (as well as relationships considering how Y. and A. are now going out) whilst mopping up chicken breast puke. For the record, I am now in love with Pine-O-Clean and I swear by its hospital-grade antiseptic qualities.
Story #3: The Law library And Embarrassing Moments
While in the law library, I happened to sit across from an attractive older year student. I believe he was a halfie who was in possession of manly shoulders that filled out his polo magnificently. His hair was tussled carelessly like that of a Ralph Lauren model. His white teeth flashed periodically as he muttered a few sentences as he wrote them. Alas! My contemplations of his Adonis-like beauty would not last as my stomach grumbled audibly. His light brown eyes looked up and met mine and a look of puzzlement flitted across his features. My mind was blank and I dimly thought, "what if he thinks it was but a bout of flatulence?". And so I quickly reassured him that "it wasn't a fart! It was my stomach grumbling!"
FML. I hope I never see him again.
Story #4: At Bradford With A.
A. and I actually live at Bradford, a hostel, together. She's on the 1st floor and I'm on the 6th. Since there's an elevator, we frequently visit each other. On one particular occasion, A. found it necessary to visit me in order to use my laptop. However, I had no knowledge of her intention that day. Before she came to visit, I had stripped down to the underwear because for some strange stroke of logic, I decided that hanging around nearly naked was a more sensible decision than turning on the air-con. Thank you Adelaide weather. You befuddled my brain. In any case, A. knocked at the door, and wanting to not show off my taste in lingerie I scrambled to find an appropriate t-shirt and shorts. Lots of banging of closet doors occurred as I called out, "Err... Just hang on a minute. I'll be right there!". Having opened the door at last, I found A. collapsed on the floor shaking with laughter wheezing, "You don't need to hide your porn from me, KL! I'll find them anyway soon enough!".
Please note, I don't stash any porn of any form anywhere. That includes computers.
Conclusion
So after that display you may think that I'm having a great time in Adelaide. You'd be right, I am. But heck, I'll be sentimental and say that time and time again I can't help but think of all of you. I sometimes wonder what you'd be like when you're drunk. Or whether you'd like what I had for lunch. Or maybe, if you'd have another Dress Up As KL Day again. High school friends have an advantage over uni friends. There's almost six years worth of history right there with all the puberty dramas sandwiched in for good measure. 5 weeks with a bunch of uni kids doesn't replace those PLC days. Even if one of those uni kids is pretty attractive. ;)
