The Aftermath
So a few weeks ago, in the midst of final exams some of us girls went out on an impromptu trip to the beach at Burleigh Heads! And Oh. My. Gosh. Was it exciting, hopping out of bed early morning, packing my bags with towels, a bikini, kid sized short shorts (to save money on buying normal people boardshorts, I bought kid sized ones because they were on sale - yes, shut up I'm asian) and my super camera. Jumped into Alex's air conditioned car and headed out!I find impromptu trips uber exciting, and especially during times where things have to get done. You know... the whole adrenaline 'omg I have to get this done, but I can't turn this down!' and plus some R&R always helps during stressful times. So why not?
Arrived at the beach! Finding a parking spot was so time consuming because the same exact day we were heading to the beach Surfers and Burleigh Heads were having surf competitions, markets and all sorts of stuff going on. Plus it's the beach... in hot weather! Of course it's gonna be packed!
It's such a shame that we actually brought out the fridge/esky (that giant grey thing Alex is carrying) because it had drinks in it and it was just a pain to carry around. Plus the strap broke halfway walking from the carpark to the beach and it wasn't very helpful = =
And after spending much time rolling around on the beach, lodging sand in our ass cracks (or to be more accurate, mine) and stalking pretty guys in red board shorts... We headed to some random shop to find fooooooood. Because Nutella sammiches weren't enough to fill the hungry stomachs of a bunch of uni kids.
And did I mention boy stalking? Alex found a cute guy out at the beach with his grandparents. Ironically, we watched him for ...uhh.. quite a while. And then went to the showers with him. And sat near his grandparents. ALL BY COINCIDENCE, I swear.
When we decided the water was getting cold, we left the beach to the public shower tap thingy and BAM there he was. And then after that we relocated in the shade on a bench and BAM there he was again. I don't need a restraining order, okay? Maybe it was divine intervention or his grandparents really liked us.
But it doesn't matter anyway, he left with his grandparents. So there. No restraining order required.
Happy golf ball is happy.
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