Queensland 1 - Brisbane, Southbank, Bowery, Zuri, Press Club

Every thing seemed to be perfect and exciting when Mummy K, Sugar-sugar and I got to the airport on time and checked-in without excess baggage. Trust me, I thought I was bad with traveling light but those two women brought suitcases so huge we looked like we were going to Africa for three weeks. We were pissing ourselves all the way because Mummy and I were constantly making bimbotic comments and conversations.

Anyway, we checked-in to our apartment in Brisbane city and had a really good lunch at Cha Cha Char's sister seafood restaurant, Jellyfish. Every thing that we ordered were just beautifully, with a refreshing bottle of Villa Maria sauvignon blanc to kick-start our afternoon. Olga joined us later in the apartment and we happily finished three bottles of wines before getting ourselves dolled up for the evening.

And then... I realized I left my makeup bag in Melbourne. Oh My F-king God! You've no idea how important my makeup is to me. I can go without on a beach holiday but this isn't a beach holiday, it's Brisbane and Gold Coast (GC is too touristy to be listed as beach holiday for me). I was almost in tears, let me tell you, I was devastated. Firstly, I was already having the worst skin condition since I was 18 and feeling + looking fat like a whale because I was still not bleeding then. To make things worse, I've really sensitive skin so anything other than my own makeup will put me at risk of breaking out. Seriously, if I've friends in Melbourne with my house keys, I would pay them, beg them and plead them to get my makeup and bring/courier over.

Anyway, that wasn't going to happen. To make myself felt better, I told myself I've three chickies with me so I shouldn't let this get me down. So we were all looking pretty, feeling sexy (not so for me), rather tipsy and took the Citycat to Southbank for some Japanese and sake. We headed to Bowery Bar (Gourmet Traveller Bar of the Year 2008) for some cocktails after dinner. We spoke to some boys there and got them to tell us where is a good place to party on a Friday night...

We ended up at Zuri, the new Sun Bar that has recently opened its door. Classy and pretentious that's what it is. We liked it. Mummy was complaining how she hated the pretentiousness of others in the club, but after a couple of cocktails, she was rocking it hard with us on the dancefloor stage. We've also had the best Wet Pussies and Lemon Drop here, prepared like cocktails in a shaker then poured into our tall shooter glasses instead of pouring each ingredient straight into the individual glasses like every else does. Mummy and I loved it so much we had four glasses within thirty minutes.

That night we ended up back in the apartment drunk, noisy and messy. We had another bottle of wine in the balcony while discussing about politics, socialization and others. We sure are more intelligent when drunk let me tell you.

To be continued...