I met a a girl traveling through Melbourne and she wrote about me in her blog.
Mark is, apparently, Fitzroyalty, as he put it. He knows everyone. He knows everywhere that's worth going. So we chatted. And I read him things from my Moleskine. And he thanked me for it. We got more drinks. We had an espresso vodka drink that was even more orgasmic than the chocolate martini. He asked me to go on an adventure with him. We went to a punk club where the singer started off shirtless and we talked about Umberto Eco. We bar hopped until we wound up back at Polly where I fell on my head doing drunken yoga in the foyer. I drank rum. I drank tequila. I got back to the hostel at 3AM. It was an amazing night.
Mark is, apparently, Fitzroyalty, as he put it. He knows everyone. He knows everywhere that's worth going. So we chatted. And I read him things from my Moleskine. And he thanked me for it. We got more drinks. We had an espresso vodka drink that was even more orgasmic than the chocolate martini. He asked me to go on an adventure with him. We went to a punk club where the singer started off shirtless and we talked about Umberto Eco. We bar hopped until we wound up back at Polly where I fell on my head doing drunken yoga in the foyer. I drank rum. I drank tequila. I got back to the hostel at 3AM. It was an amazing night.
lelaina:
drunken yoga? hehehe sounds interesting....