I stayed in and babysat last night. One of my roommates drank so much before going out to the club that he got lost between the unit and the cab and didn't make it. I kept and eye on him for the rest of the night and bandaged him when he left his hand on the hot stove. Sometime around midnight, a girl came into our unit and asked if I was going out. I told her no and she told me she had just brought Jacko home and that he was in bad shape and I should check on him every now and then. I immediately went down to 13 to find Jacko clinging to the bathroom sink trying to get water. Ghost white, he couldn't stand, couldn't walk, couldn't speak, couldn't sit up on his own. I took him into his room, took his shoes and jacket off, gave him some water and a trash can to spew into. I rolled him onto his side facing the trash can and turned off the light. I went back a few minutes later and he was passed out. I checked on him a few more times through the night and this morning he said he didn't remember anything past The Bridge, which was the pub he was at before he went to the club and threw up on the dance floor.
I rounded out the night by getting out of bed at 3:00 to make pancakes for everyone else who had come home.
Today I started planning my Easter break vacation. At this point, it looks like I'll be heading off on a three day base camp, followed by five days in Gold Coast (although I'm thinking about going up to Cairns in order to be closer to the Great Barrier Reef), followed by three days in Sydney, followed by four days in Melbourne. I talked to my best friend, Tyler, today and I told him how perfect Melbourne sounded and how everything I wanted to do sounded just like the sorts of things we did in NYC a few years ago. I'm really excited about Melbourne and might take a few random weekends just to go there on my own, stay in a hostel, and explore the city for myself. I told him how I realized the only other time in my life I might get to do this would be in another five years or so. Maybe. If life went just perfectly like that. Thinking about it, I thought it would be the best vacation/life experience to come back to MEL in a few years with Tyler and my brother and just live for a month. Just. Live.
I'm hoping to go skydiving in Sydney and climb the Harbor Bridge.
Tonight, I cooked two steaks for Ash that, together, weighed over 2.2 pounds. It was glorious.
Steak and deep fried goodness.
Take care guys.
Fight your demons every day you can. You won't always win. But you'll always lose if you never defend yourself.
~D
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