The Cara & Adam Weekend Of Awes*
*"Awes" is an abbreviation of "awesome". It is pronounced like "horse" without the "h". The term was coined by my bogan cousins Josh & James, and I think it's genius. Try it out some time, you won't be sorry!
Cara and Adam had one more weekend left in the sunshine state (oh sorry, the smart state), before Cara returned home to the garden state, oh sorry, the place to be. Thank god they changed that one - not many gardens left in ol Melbourne town now, especially in even numbered houses where one of our two allowed garden watering time slots is 8-10pm on Saturday night. Saturday night! Who is home on Saturday night watering their garden????!!!
Anyway, I'm off track now.
So, how would a Rock Chick and an IT Ninja fill in their last 48 hours together? Well, there are a few obvious answers to that. How about a Rock Show? Followed by a Nerdfest. Followed by... something completely mad, crazy and fun. Hmmm, that's a toughie. Let's come back to it.
The Rock Show. Best of both worlds with both a Melbourne and Brisbane band playing at the Troubadour. Our heroes did their best to look cool whilst scribbling notes and fiddling with the ISO. Cara wanted to talk to the band members after the show but chickened out. Eating pizza by the slice watching drunk Brisbanites stumble around the valley at 1am was fun. The weekend was off to a good start.
Nerdfest II. Plenty has been said already about the cuisine - lack of chicken in the pudding, lack of niceness in the fried ice-cream, but no mention has yet been made of Cara's delicious lamb cutlets which she took great pleasure in noisily gobbling with lots of lipsmacking next to a vegetarian. And much has been made of a young ninja-in-training's prowess with a big stick against the evil spider, but barely any props given to the bravery of the eyewitnesses, both tall and small, who will now be scarred for life. This was a heaps good time which both our young heroes enjoyed thoroughly.
Something Completely Mad, Crazy and Fun. Hmmm.... what to do, what to do? What on earth would take advantage of a day of brilliant Queensland sunshine, allow Adam to flex his muscles and act all manly, and allow Cara to practice her Baywatch Bikini Bounce TM and her Oh-My-God-David Hasselhof/Grohl/Bowie-Is-So-Hot scream???
Where could they go???
I know...
WET N WILD!!!!!!!!
YAY!!!!!
So they rented a cheap-ass Hyundai from Budget, found a cheap-ass room at a fancy five star resort on Lastminute.com, drove to the Gold Coast and had a freaking brilliant day at Wet n Wild.
The sun was out, the school holidays were on, but it's gonna take more than mobs of teenagers and high UV levels to deter our heroes from having a good time. First up was the wave pool to get wet, followed by Mammoth Falls. Cara was terrified by the endless flights of stairs you can see through, clinging to the handrail for dear life, not looking down or sideways and not speaking to anyone. Adam leapt up the stairs seven at a time and waited patiently at the top. This was a pattern that would continue throughout the day. They plummeted down the falls, Cara shrieking in terror while Adam yelled "Righteous!! RIGHTEOUS!!!". This was also a pattern that would continue throughout the day.
After Mammoth Falls they ventured onto the Twister, (scarier than expected - and wedgier!!), White Water Mountian (an old-fashioned sit-on-your-bum waterslide), Aqua races (face first sprint down the hill - Adam sadly 3rd place, Cara proudly 5th place, ahead of a mum and two 6 year olds), Mach 5 (twice - this one was awes!), Calypso Beach (a surprise hit - riding around a fake river in blow-up donuts would seem a little lame-o, but was really relaxing and fun. Adam used his ninja skills to good effect flipping Cara when she least expected it...) and finally, The Tornado.
The Tornado is Wet n Wild's newest ride, the crowning glory in the brand new Extreme H2O Zone. It also looks a lot like this. After queueing for forty-five minutes, Cara and Adam agreed to share a raft with two young boys who looked like they would be very comfortable doing laps on Chapel or Lygon st in their Monaro. As they climbed the 29,000 stairs to the top (or so it seemed to panic-stricken Cara) the boys joked with Adam about how they were going to make the raft do a 360 spin around the cone of the tornado. Cara went white and started to shake. They watched other groups being spat out of the dark tunnel into the huge cone, going higher and higher up the edges. "Let's try and get above that blue section!" Adam enthused. Cara clung tighter to the hand railing. Suddenly they were at the top, legs a-kimbo, clambering into the raft in ankle-deep rushing water. and then they were hurtling through a dark tunnel, screaming for dear life (well, Cara was), going down, down, down, until...
They were spat out into the cone, whooshing up and up, until Cara was sure they were either going to do that promised 360, or, be flung out of the front of the cone onto the onlooking crowd, crushing dozens of people. Best case scenario.
But what goes up must come down, and down they did come, until they were whooshing up and up the other side of the cone. Not again!!! They continued to zig zag up and down the cone while Adam smiled for the camera at all appropriate points, until finally they were spat out the pointy bit of the cone into a pool of freezing water, giggling and grinning like little school girls. Even Cara. Who was also shaking like a leaf. "That was fun, honey. Can we go home now?"
The ever-gallant Adam chauffered the young lady back to their five-star resort where they collapsed in the hot spa and kanoodled. Until a family with a 2 year old and a video camera intent on capturing every second of the poor bugger's life ruined it all. Kids. Should be illegal.
They then retired to their suite where as luck would have it, a David Bowie concert was on cable. Cara had no Oh-My-God-David Hasselhof/Grohl/Bowie-Is-So-Hot screams left, so she had to make do with goo-goo eyes. Adam read a book jealously in the corner.
Dinner was lovely, as the couple had requested a table "as far as humanly possible from any kids please" and were indulged by the waiting staff. Macarena the waitress had a bit of trouble with english, and waiting, but other than that was very lovely and sure knew how to dance.
Retiring early to the boudoir, the couple enjoyed their last night together before Cara would be rudely snatched back by the real world. They rose at the crack of dawn and drove the Hyundai back to the city with one million other commuters, and bid each other fond farewells. They would see each other again in three weeks time, but it felt like forever away. Time is cruel to young lovers.
Cara and Adam had one more weekend left in the sunshine state (oh sorry, the smart state), before Cara returned home to the garden state, oh sorry, the place to be. Thank god they changed that one - not many gardens left in ol Melbourne town now, especially in even numbered houses where one of our two allowed garden watering time slots is 8-10pm on Saturday night. Saturday night! Who is home on Saturday night watering their garden????!!!
Anyway, I'm off track now.
So, how would a Rock Chick and an IT Ninja fill in their last 48 hours together? Well, there are a few obvious answers to that. How about a Rock Show? Followed by a Nerdfest. Followed by... something completely mad, crazy and fun. Hmmm, that's a toughie. Let's come back to it.
The Rock Show. Best of both worlds with both a Melbourne and Brisbane band playing at the Troubadour. Our heroes did their best to look cool whilst scribbling notes and fiddling with the ISO. Cara wanted to talk to the band members after the show but chickened out. Eating pizza by the slice watching drunk Brisbanites stumble around the valley at 1am was fun. The weekend was off to a good start.
Nerdfest II. Plenty has been said already about the cuisine - lack of chicken in the pudding, lack of niceness in the fried ice-cream, but no mention has yet been made of Cara's delicious lamb cutlets which she took great pleasure in noisily gobbling with lots of lipsmacking next to a vegetarian. And much has been made of a young ninja-in-training's prowess with a big stick against the evil spider, but barely any props given to the bravery of the eyewitnesses, both tall and small, who will now be scarred for life. This was a heaps good time which both our young heroes enjoyed thoroughly.
Something Completely Mad, Crazy and Fun. Hmmm.... what to do, what to do? What on earth would take advantage of a day of brilliant Queensland sunshine, allow Adam to flex his muscles and act all manly, and allow Cara to practice her Baywatch Bikini Bounce TM and her Oh-My-God-David Hasselhof/Grohl/Bowie-Is-So-Hot scream???
Where could they go???
I know...
WET N WILD!!!!!!!!
YAY!!!!!
So they rented a cheap-ass Hyundai from Budget, found a cheap-ass room at a fancy five star resort on Lastminute.com, drove to the Gold Coast and had a freaking brilliant day at Wet n Wild.
The sun was out, the school holidays were on, but it's gonna take more than mobs of teenagers and high UV levels to deter our heroes from having a good time. First up was the wave pool to get wet, followed by Mammoth Falls. Cara was terrified by the endless flights of stairs you can see through, clinging to the handrail for dear life, not looking down or sideways and not speaking to anyone. Adam leapt up the stairs seven at a time and waited patiently at the top. This was a pattern that would continue throughout the day. They plummeted down the falls, Cara shrieking in terror while Adam yelled "Righteous!! RIGHTEOUS!!!". This was also a pattern that would continue throughout the day.
After Mammoth Falls they ventured onto the Twister, (scarier than expected - and wedgier!!), White Water Mountian (an old-fashioned sit-on-your-bum waterslide), Aqua races (face first sprint down the hill - Adam sadly 3rd place, Cara proudly 5th place, ahead of a mum and two 6 year olds), Mach 5 (twice - this one was awes!), Calypso Beach (a surprise hit - riding around a fake river in blow-up donuts would seem a little lame-o, but was really relaxing and fun. Adam used his ninja skills to good effect flipping Cara when she least expected it...) and finally, The Tornado.
The Tornado is Wet n Wild's newest ride, the crowning glory in the brand new Extreme H2O Zone. It also looks a lot like this. After queueing for forty-five minutes, Cara and Adam agreed to share a raft with two young boys who looked like they would be very comfortable doing laps on Chapel or Lygon st in their Monaro. As they climbed the 29,000 stairs to the top (or so it seemed to panic-stricken Cara) the boys joked with Adam about how they were going to make the raft do a 360 spin around the cone of the tornado. Cara went white and started to shake. They watched other groups being spat out of the dark tunnel into the huge cone, going higher and higher up the edges. "Let's try and get above that blue section!" Adam enthused. Cara clung tighter to the hand railing. Suddenly they were at the top, legs a-kimbo, clambering into the raft in ankle-deep rushing water. and then they were hurtling through a dark tunnel, screaming for dear life (well, Cara was), going down, down, down, until...They were spat out into the cone, whooshing up and up, until Cara was sure they were either going to do that promised 360, or, be flung out of the front of the cone onto the onlooking crowd, crushing dozens of people. Best case scenario.
But what goes up must come down, and down they did come, until they were whooshing up and up the other side of the cone. Not again!!! They continued to zig zag up and down the cone while Adam smiled for the camera at all appropriate points, until finally they were spat out the pointy bit of the cone into a pool of freezing water, giggling and grinning like little school girls. Even Cara. Who was also shaking like a leaf. "That was fun, honey. Can we go home now?"
The ever-gallant Adam chauffered the young lady back to their five-star resort where they collapsed in the hot spa and kanoodled. Until a family with a 2 year old and a video camera intent on capturing every second of the poor bugger's life ruined it all. Kids. Should be illegal.
They then retired to their suite where as luck would have it, a David Bowie concert was on cable. Cara had no Oh-My-God-David Hasselhof/Grohl/Bowie-Is-So-Hot screams left, so she had to make do with goo-goo eyes. Adam read a book jealously in the corner.
Dinner was lovely, as the couple had requested a table "as far as humanly possible from any kids please" and were indulged by the waiting staff. Macarena the waitress had a bit of trouble with english, and waiting, but other than that was very lovely and sure knew how to dance.
Retiring early to the boudoir, the couple enjoyed their last night together before Cara would be rudely snatched back by the real world. They rose at the crack of dawn and drove the Hyundai back to the city with one million other commuters, and bid each other fond farewells. They would see each other again in three weeks time, but it felt like forever away. Time is cruel to young lovers.
posted by Aussie Rock Chick at 1:06 PM
1 Comments:
Aww... thats so cute!!
Cara, you is so funny!!
Signed,
the vegetarian
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