Party weekend

Weekend was crazy. Friday night we were going to celebrate my friend's birthday. She lives right in the centre of the city in this luxury apartment. The party got a bit of out of hand, too many jelly shots, and I took the last nightrider bus home from the city. It was the first time that I took the nightrider bus. They go on weekends from the clubbing districts to the suburbs. Of course, I missed my stop and accidentally went all the way to Dandenong, which is far from my home… So I hitch hiked home and got there around 6 am. I can’t even remember much of the night, but the girls told me that we had fun and we didn’t buy any drinks ourselves… So it must have been good!!!

On Saturday I went to Heli’s housewarming party. 

I didn’t feel like partying at all, but I bought myself a couple of drinks for the trip because it took more than an hour. You’re not allowed to drink in the trains but I’ve done it a trillion times anyway. This time I wasn’t quick enough to see the inspectors get in. The inspector  looked at my Finnish ID card and in the end said that if I just hand over my drink, he will let me get away with a warning.

drinking beer from a hosepipe... I didn't want to do but they forced me to!!

Here we go... This didn't end well.

It wasn’t the first time that I almost got a ticket. During the first days in Melbourne I took the tram without buying a ticket. I thought that it’s probably like in Helsinki, where they quite rarely check tickets. Well, as I came to learn, here they check tickets about every third time you take the train or tram. I spoke my way out of a ticket that time by saying that I just came to Melbourne and I didn’t know that I had to buy a ticket.

When I got to the party I was on a bad mood and didn’t feel like partying. But somehow, after a couple of glasses of punch, 1 beer pong and drinking beer from this tube (I don’t know what it’s called), I was on a party mood again. And as always, Shanli and me had to go to a club. We took a cab to Prahran and a club called Boutique. 

Going out in St Kilda

I’ve been getting these disturbing messages from back home – that I should cut down on drinking and focus more on studying?!!? Let’s make one thing clear here! I AM drinking less than in Finland and I AM studying more. Apparently you have no idea of my drinking habits in Finland. (Maybe that's a good thing). And when it comes to studying… First of all, I spent 200 euros on BOOKS. With that amount of money I could have bought at least 2 pairs of SHOES. And I’ve actually read a few pages!!! Normally I don’t open a book until the night before an exam.

Last week I was sick in bed for two days. I just felt really sick and weak and couldn't eat or even move and I had a terrible headache. I just slept and watched 2 seasons of Desperate Housewives. My flatmates were amazed about the fact that I was spending Friday night at home resting.

On Saturday I was feeling better and because the weather was so nice, I took the train+tram to St.Kilda and went for a drink... or two. This time we went to Mink, which was nice, there are these big armchairs and you can close the curtains so that you have your own private space. After Mink we wanted to go somewhere we could dance, so we went to Riva by the beach.

St.Kilda was even crazier than usually because of the Grand Prix, everybody was out. Last week in class we talked about crime in Melbourne because there had been a stabbing at this huge nightclub in the city. I haven't been there yet. The professor said that there is more crime in Melbourne today than there was before, and he asked our opinions, whether we think Melbourne is safe or not.

St.Kilda is definitely one of the most dangerous areas because of the crazy nightlife, with all the junkies, prostitutes and nutcases. I don't think it's safe to walk around anywhere in the night time by yourself if you're a girl. Especially St.Kilda or the city. I do it anyway, cause I have to. I hate taking the train at night, because there are ALWAYS some sort of drunk or otherwise crazy people that put on a show.

Last week on my home street this SCARY-looking druggie girl harassed me. She really looked like she had escaped from the film The Grudge. I know junkies are usually harmless when they're on drugs, loving life and the world and everybody, but still they make me nervous because they're so unpredictable.

I had a scarier encounter with a junkie at the beach one day, when I had just arrived in Melbourne. I was chilling at this quiet spot away from the people when this guy came to talk to me. At first I didn't even notice anything strange, not until there was foam coming out of his mouth when he couldn't stop babbling about how handsome he is and how much I probably want to kiss him, lol. He was also shaking and his eyes and voice was all strange. I just ignored him and got my things and left. He even followed me for awhile. Creepy.

So yes, Melbourne is definitely more dangerous than Lappeenranta. But on a big city scale it's hard to say cause I haven't lived in any other big cities...