Second Dates

Following the success of my first date with Brisvegas, I tentatively stepped out of the hotel to find breakfast with my new found friend. Several chai latte's and several chapters of Agatha Christie later I wandered down Little Stanley St (I think?) and found a day spa, where I booked myself in for a massage later that day.

Husband had finished his morning MC-ing duties at GDAA and we wandered around South Bank. We marvelled at the river. We marvelled at the beautiful weather. We marvelled at the fake beach... WTF? Yes, there is a fake beach, life guard, bikinis and all. We also were witness to an amazing display of hip hop dancing by a group of Islander guys in the Piazza. It was absolutely awesome! There was a huge crowd watching and cheering and sadly it made me feel very uncoordinated and very white.

We took in the atmosphere (well, ate ice cream) and did some window shopping. I toddled off for my massage and emerged bleary eyed and relaxed one hour later. Husband escorted me to lunch (was feeling a little drunk I was so relaxed) where we feasted on beautiful beer battered fish and chips.

A lazy afternoon on the couch reading was followed by me waiting impatiently for Sherdie to finish work so that I could drink the bottle of champers in the mini bar.

The arrival of Sherdie was followed closely by the arrival of Sherdie's lovely Brivegan rellies - bro and fiancee. The champers was consumed efficiently and we headed for dinner at a Mexican restaurant in West End.

Yummy food was consumed, then we hopped on a bus to the Valley (I'm sorry, are we in Clueless now?) where we saw Grand Atlantic and Vascoe Era (sp?) playing at The Zoo (not an actual zoo, but a dark place of beer and music). There was a group of young white boys displaying their terrible dancing skills (especially compared to the guys dancing at the Piazza earlier in the day) - they say white men can't jump, I think it is fair to say white boys can't dance.

Midnight came (as did songs of 'Happy Birthday' for the Sherdmeister) and we toddled out into the night to head towards home. The taxi lines were long so we decided to walk. From Fortitude Valley to South Bank. That turne dout to be a long way. In our hour long walk (slightly longer than I had anticipated) Sherdie gave a running commentary of interesting Brissie landmarks (and some less interesting ones). I can't remember any of the names (except the sky needle) but examples ran something like this:

Sherd: See that park? It's really famous.
Miff: Why?
Sherd: Um, I don't know, but when you say its name people are all like "oh that park! yeah."

So I got to learn a lot about the city, which was nice, but it would have been a lot better if it wasn't early in the morning and I had consumed large portions of beer.

As far as second dates go, Brisvegas managed to show me a fun time, that was also educational (thanks to Sherdie).