After 48 hours of leaving MD, I finally arrived in Sydney. We skipped right over Friday, and came in on Valentine's Day morning. I saw Matt P. at the airport. He said, "Hey."
With the harrowing plane escapade behind me, I could look forward to settling into Australia. Rainy, rainy Australia. I missed out on my trip into the Blue Mountains, but I did get to meet two roommates, Laura and Sophie, both Australian.
Valentine's Day was mostly spent unpacking and watching Australian television with the roommates. They love American and British shows. Even Fawlty Towers! I mean, I know it's a great show, but you try finding a group of Americans who get excited over Fawlty Towers.
I skyped with Allison, which was very nice and nostalgic, while Roo checked out the room.
"We're here! ...Why don't I see any kangaroos? All I see is a tree," Roo dejectedly observed.
Don't worry. We'll see kangaroos soon. Maybe tomorrow.
"Tomorrow," however, was much rainier than the first day. I spent a majority of the day watching television with Laura. There was a reality show called "The Family." It was just about a family. The preteen son pierced his own ear. And the cat went missing. That was the plot of that episode.
An American named Oliver moved in to our apartment, took a shower, then moved out.
That night was the Village orientation barbeque. (The Village is the community where I live, right next to campus). We were supposed to mingle, but it was full of Americans who just talked to the people they knew from home. So rather than stick around, my roommates and I went to a bar to hang out with their own friends.
This was my first time in a bar, and it was interesting. As a "welcome back to campus" celebration, everyone got 3 free drinks (because, if you're in college in Australia, you're old enough to drink). Roo did not get carded. It was hard to get to know my roommates friends though, because everyone was getting loud and tipsy, so there were a few awkward moments. A point of saving grace occured when two American girls from the airplane came by and the drunkest of them started "sexy dancing" all over the place, causing the Australians to gawk and shout at the "crazy American." I just hung out with her sober friend, trying to maintain dignity for our country.
At the end, everyone got free pails.
What I learned from the night was that Australian girls are funny and witty (more so than American girls, who are drunk).
What Roo learned was how to limit himself.
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