Virgil's Voyage: Tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes...

Hola amigos!

so its been a few days since we've chatted it up

down here in on the blog. Alot of good times

have come my way here in Oz as we celebrated the fourth of july, went to hunter valley, and blew a bunch of cash at the casino.

So the fourth was good even though it was the only day we have had so far where the rain was truly crippling. We all wanted to go do the usual american routine for the holiday, you know

like drink/chug budweiser, smoke marlboro reds, butcher a cow and then buy the meat for our burgers somewhere else... typical american shit. The rains fucked it up though. so, some of the

group resorted to pan frying burgers and having am picnic in the room, but i just went to McDonalds. it seemed pretty american at the time. I had the McAfrica Burger. yum. I really wanted to play a game of colonels crossing but i still cant find any african-australians in large enough masses. wtfbff? we did, however, find a local bar that let us in for free because we carried american identification. the kid from canada had to pay the cover.

On saturday we all woke up bright and early at 8am to get on a two hour bus ride down to

hunter valley, where we visited a barrage of vineyards. Now what i find the most hilarious thing about this whole day trip is simply the

situation of allowing 50 college students to go to these high-brow wineries and "taste" the product. When you taste wine you are supposed to spit it back out and not drink it. oops, our bad. lets just say we lived a royally indulgent day of good food and good wine. it was a fucking riot.

p.s. despite popular belief, wine and a golf driving range DO mix, i would know.

Then to end my weekend, we went to the casino. first off i will have to say if you are ever in a

situation where you are on a vacation/learning experience for an extended amount of time;

don't even fucking bother going to the casino. It is the worst travel habit in the world and i will not be going back... for at least two weeks. jk mom! jkjkjkjkjkjkjkjkjk!

Really though, pick up a heroin habit or something, gambling is bad. I did have fun though at the blackjack tables when i was up a couple hundred bucks until i had a run in with an asian woman. I kept hitting all these sweet hands, and hitting when i had 16 or 17 on the table and

getting 3's and 4's. this one guy called me "the man with the vision", and i told him i was just buzzed. my luck was going well until this one crazy asian woman sat next to me and bet 200 on my chance at a perfect pair. she hit it, that son-of-a-bitch. now the problem here is that hitting

a perfect pair pays out 30 to 1, so she walked away with 6000 off my hand. now in the states its customary to give a little back to the person you bet on if you won, but this lady didn't show me anything. she just won six fucking grand off me, i mean fifty bucks would have been nice.