Shawn's birthday was at the beginning of March. As per tradition, he got to pick where he wanted to eat, so naturally we ended up here:
|You have to point, or I'm not taking the picture.|
|Ice cream, FTW.|
|I tried my best.|
|The beard is no longer, fyi.|
|Look at all the different types that will probably take a chunk out of your leg|
Shawn on the other hand wanted to pet it.
|Why do birds suddenly appear...?|
|And I named him Mungo.|
If you all come up with anything, let me know.
In the weekends leading up to that, we went to the Moomba festival in downtown Melbourne by the river. This is mostly exciting because it should be abundantly clear at this juncture how much I love carnivals. And I have decided Australia is wonderful, because instead of fried dough, they have fried doughnuts which are filled with jam. These little wonderments can also be purchased in the city not during the festival. And you can get your belly all full of hot jam.
|I like to Moomba, Moomba.|
|On the way to the jump.|
|Hot Jam Donut, you will be my undoing|
|<3 Carnival Games|
In and amongst all these fun things, we've actually had to do work type stuff. This mostly involves trying to find an apartment. Well, we finally found and got one in Croydon. It's in the suburbs, which is a bit of a pisser, but the apartment is really nice and it comes with a fridge and wardrobes. You see, in the magical land of Australia, those things ARE NOT STANDARD. But this place has them, and it's got two bedrooms, two bathrooms (one of which has a tub perfect for keeping manta rays in!), a washer and a dryer and one real and one 'fake' balcony. The "that's not a real balcony" balcony (and honest quote from the real estate agent showing me the apartment) is a balcony that birds just seem to gravitate to and poop on. Needless to say, our laundry will not be drying there.
I have been a bit bummed out lately, mostly going through the homesick part of this journey (y'know where you get mad that you might have to buy a fridge to live in an apartment.) so C&K decided we needed to take a trip to Fern
When I first arrived here in OZ, i asked Clint, 'What's the Australian equivalent to America having the Outback Steakhouse?" and this is the place. and it is glorious. USA! USA!
|Old Skool CT plate!|
|Every meal comes with tiny US flags|
|Which we then thought it would be fun to wave in Clint's face.|
oh...and big news of the week? I FOUND SPRITE ZERO! 6 cans for $5. Ahhh, the comforts of home.