Ah… S’traylia day,
Historically known as ‘forceable invasion and ostracisation of indigenous Australians’ day.
Nationally celebrated as ‘let’s f*ck up our liver’ day.
Being Australian myself, I make it a habit not be found engaging in the annual behaviour of:
1. calling in sick
2. binge drinking
3. attaining diabetes with lamington overdose and finally….
4. finding yourself lying unconscious, poolside (or beachside) on a couch – surrounded by the wreckage of VB cans, cheap plastic cups and cold sausages.
I do however, love beaches.
Though, my shift got cut short (Great job once again Aussie weather).
I found it interesting though, in the space of two humid hours; my snapchat stories had been quietly accumulating. My phone repeatedly buzzing. Muted but none the less annoying – notifying me of new drunken updates.
Watching everyone have a good time via social media always fills me with a mixture between regret and relief. Regret for missing the occasion and relief for not being exposed to those socially awkward situations in the first place.
My unsteatated liver is quietly thanking me for now – don’t worry liver, the cruise will sort that out.