Could you answer number 2 and number 16 ?? :)
for you, my dear? of course i can!
2. a famous person i’ve been compared to honestly i can’t remember if i’ve ever been compared to any famous person? definitely not looks-wise at least. i think my drama teacher might’ve compared me to cate blanchett, but that was probably only because i was performing a monologue from a role cate blanchett is known for (and i am in no way equating my acting abilities to those of cate blanchett, ha i wish!)
16. a drunken storyoh let me tell you my drunken story! so while i was living in germany, i travelled to berlin and met up with two of my friends from high school. (there was a lot of drunken shenanigans on this trip. we went to oktoberfest) one night my friend sam and i decided to go to an ice hockey match, because we were in berlin and why the hell not? now, beer is the beverage of choice at german ice hockey games, much like it is the beverage of choice at german anything. so, needless to say, sam and i drank a lot of beer. we were both under the illusion that ice hockey games had four quarters. and like good aussie tourists we thought we’d get refills after each quarter. apparently there was only three thirds. i dutifully went and got refills after the third ‘quarter’ only to be met with a wave of people exiting the stands and having a good ole chuckle at the tipsy aussie girl walking back into an empty arena with three litres of german brew. sam was sitting where i left him looking extremely confused that he was suddenly alone.
“it’s over?” he asked me.
“apparently,” i replied. “here’s your beer.”
now, by this point we’d had like 3 litres of german beer each. and we thought it a grand idea to go back to our hostel, collect our other friend, and go clubbing. in hindsight, i think rosie was pretty damn horrified at the state of us. but we were not to be dissuaded! rosie at least convinced us to eat something. and sam and i ordered more drinks with dinner. then we got on the s-bahn. the plan was to head back to a happenin’ bar we’d visited the night before on a pub crawl. of course, seeing as we had been on a pub crawl at the time and it was the third bar of the night, none of the three of us actually remembered how to get there. after wandering around this seedy part of berlin for the better part of half an hour, and keeping in mind sam and i were well and truly sloshed by this point, rosie made the executive decision to turn us around and go back to the hotel. but sam and i were having none of it. we shambled drunkenly back towards the s-bahn and hopped on the next train. the rest of the night consisted of me and sam conducting our own personal tour of berlin’s most famous tourist attractions while absolutlely smashed and rosie trying desperately to keep us from running into traffic. at one point sam was determined to march under the bradenberg gate and rosie parked me on a bench and very sternly told me not to move under any circumstances. i’m pretty sure i sat there drunkenly giggling to myself for about 45 minutes while rosie chased sam halfway down Unter den Linden. she finally managed to convince us to go back to our hostel with the promise of more drinks at the hostel bar. which is where i ordered a cocktail. my fatal mistake.
the next morning i literally could not move without wanting to up chuck all over everything and i had a 10 hour train journey to munich to look forward to. fun times!
