Brisbane Baby!

By the 11th of March, we had to catch our train into Brisbane in order to meet Chad at the airport. We thought we'd head out for a quiet dinner, a Guinness or two, and turn in early. Just when we thought the wild times would subside, we received a call from the party master. We were joined at the bar with two great girls, Callie and Rebbecca for what would turn out to be a not so quiet night. For Eric the party call came in the form of 27 gorgeous Guinness and an off-white, slightly torn tutu. For Aaron, it was all about a really hot, yet slightly disturbing white-man version of Tina Turner, complete with an overly tight purple boobalicious top, an '80s-licious gold wig, and some Armani shades. Needless to say we were in for a wild night (and ready for the competition). Oh ya, the wardrobe change was met with an equally laughable change in drinking patterns. An innocent mistake at the bar left Eric and Aaron with a pitcher of beer, each. Not willing to let beer get warm, we gave the cups a miss and drank straight from the pitcher. After a bit of that, we felt compelled to enter the "I'm a man but I like to dress as hot '80s women" dance competition. *see photo* :)

Eric took the stage by storm, after having dropped his drawers and sporting only the ass-torn tutu, he nearly broke the cross bars he decided he needed to dance on. The final tally was taken by crowd applause, and the poor guy next to him couldn't hang with Eric's pouring of his pitcher of beer into his mouth and down his tutu from two feet above his head.

Thanks for the fun and the motivation we needed to enter the competition Callie and Rebbecca! I don't know when the last time was that we laughed that hard. Our stomachs are still sore.

The next morning we raced to the airport and had to quickly pack up our bikes for Airlie Beach.