Camping in the Gong: Barbies, Eskies, Kiddie Pools, Twister, and Sexual Position Twister
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So recap the night before: Pack my backpacks for camping? Check. Walk into a glass wall and inflate lips? Check. Ice previously mentioned swollen lip? Check. Detox? Mmm...not quite. After barely having slept, I woke up (or more accurately, was awoken) at 7:30 to go camping. I proceeded to ravenously consume a greasy Bacon Egg McMuffin and remain in a semi-conscious state until noontime, not aided by the pain inflicted by my busted lip and busted pride. After lounging a bit more, Kim, Sophie, and I ventured to play some tennis, inspired by Aussie Open breath-taking matches. The three-day weekend basically followed a similar pattern / combination of sitting in the kiddie pool, jumping into the ocean, sitting in the shade with a gossip mag, eating unhealthy snacks, and drinking beer.
Although I only consumed a six-pack and a tequila shot in my newfound temperance, the group of about 10 did well by draining the industrial sized 70-liter esky (cooler) and having to restock on Day 2. There was a lady who brought with her a bottle of tequila, two shot glasses, and a little container of cut lemons ready for post-shot mayhem. Scary. And she also brought her 12-year-old daughter (who looked 16 and whose mom had to remind everyone she saw that her daughter was indeed, that young) and her daughter's friend. Even scarier. We made friends with the cute boys from Victoria next to us, who were taking a boys' trip break from their girlfriends and ended up reading gossip mags and sitting in the kiddie pool with us.
Sunday brought more lounging and bricket or crazeball (a cross between baseball and cricket). Basically, we hit different types of balls with a cricket bat. I went for a bike ride to beautiful Wollongong Harbour (beautiful!) and consumed lots of types of meats, rice crackers, and snacks of all natural flavors such as nacho cheese, cheese, sour cream and onion, spring chicken, and salt and vinegar. The night took a risque turn with (drinking) games of "Never Have I..." during which one person was notably downing her drink, Twister, Pash (Kissing) Twister, and Sexual Position Twister (self-explanatory, or not). Basically Pash and Sexual Position Twister entailed kissing or demonstrating different techinques with whatever colors were dealt by the spin board.
On Monday morning, we broke camp (sad) and stopped by Paul's Famous Burgers on the way back, where we stopped more than a year ago on the way to Sydney Surf Camp, my first road trip with Kim and Soph. The afternoon was spent doing a much-needed load of laundry and chilling with Alex, showing off my war wounds.