The bus into town last night was over 20 mins late!
Seriously, why the hell should an empty bus going into the city be that late? Thankfully I wasn't the couple sitting next to me at the bus stop, who were going to the Roma Street train station to get to the airport. The poor chap was hopping around like a Mexican jumping bean, panicking when he realised it would cost him AUD20 to get to the train station... or over AUD40 to the airport.
My logic is better spend that ridiculous AUD40 to catch your plane, lest you waste the X hundred dollars you spent on the plane ticket, mate.
Caught up with people at the Central Station pub and proceeded to have over 2 standard drinks in 1 beer. 12% alcohol! And guess what it's called...
I kid you not.
When the boys came back with beers and I asked what it was, their reply came a deadpan look. Nevertheless, I thought they were trying to pull a fast one on me. Who calls their product a very ambigious sexual conotation?! Apparently the Belgiums... but that's not the point.
It tasted good (ie. not like cold/warm pee). So I went to the bar to get one for the SO and me... but how do you ask the sweetlookin' bartender girl for... well... bush?
"Hi, I'd like some bush."
I swear I would rather drop dead from a lack of oxygen due to laughing too hard than ever go up to a bartender to order some 'Wang'... if another company's product development department decide to name their latest and greatest version of piss-water as such.
The rest of the evening went splendidly. How splendidly? Well, the subject of sex education came up...
Alice: "See, the penis goes into the vagina." Me: "Why does sex education teach just that?! There is an alternative." Stew: "*LOL* No, there are alternativeSSSs." Alice: "There are THESE!" *holds up hands*