Stella Blogs: Round 3
Oh, New Zealand. Sweet New Zealand. LOLs and Hahahas @ Nw Zlnd.
What did I do in this lifetime to deserve you? You are such a catch. Please take this digital text as the proclamation of my love.
I know I've called 13 times today but I just CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT YOU and I JUST THINK WE WOULD BE SO PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER.
As for my tardiness, woops! Sorry dudes. I honestly forgot that I am still functioning as a body. Look at these cool hands!
What happens if I breathe on them?
Just smells like lamb a bit.
What has happened to us in the last few days?
I wish that were a rhetorical question. I'm so afraid.
Singapore and New Zealand weren't dissimilar to a ferry ride. Imagine the cocktail of snacks, the beautiful scenery, the smooth sailing.
By no means was this dull (ferry rides generally get a bad rap on the party scene). What it did was give us a false sense of stamina. Made us feel like oily gods.
New Zealand saw us sipping the blood of Christ on an island like tossers with British legends Foals.
The weather was mild and supportive, like a gift package from your parents when your life turns into a foul mess during the "self-discovery" trip to Europe.
We were not prepared for Australia. None of us.
As soon as we boarded our flight to Brisbane the hostesses asked us to turn our Furbys off during take off and landing.
It was an absolute disaster. Every band on the flight was drowning in tears.
It was Lord of The Flies on a 747.
Melbourne was quite an impressive display of love. We were nervy. The only thing we could to to avoid a collective cardiac arrest was to enforce a "more than OK" aesthetic.
It totally worked. Thanks for believing us Melbourne!
There's a lot of catching up to do (ie. the majority of the festival) so I'll check in with you another time.