I fly out to LA - and, by extension, Melbourne - tomorrow afternoon, and I'm already dreading the whole having-to-write-three-major-assignments-before-semester-starts-in-a-month thing.
In the meantime? I'm hanging out with Gina. Yesterday, that involved a sing-along viewing of Les Miserables and a trip to the Outback Steakhouse. Obviously, I was suitably impressed by how authentically Australian it was:
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EAT. EAT, KIRSTI, EAT.
ReplyDeleteI actually love this photo. It makes me laugh and love you so much, even though I love you tons, e partner hetero lif!
I demand you go home so we can arrange for your parents to adopt a stray in April! But I'm so glad you've had fun. <3
Ha ha ha. How funny. I never actually considered Outback to be, well, the outback.
ReplyDeleteIt really cracked me up when I saw on twitter that you were at Outback.
ReplyDeleteOh, outback steakhouse. Hilarious. So glad you're coming home soon!
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHA I've only been to one Outback Stakehouse type place, and it was in Alice Springs, and I will probably never repeat the experience. I mean, every damned pub in the country serves steak, so you don't really need to go somewhere special (= expensive) to find one! But sometimes you just gotta do what you gotta do. Kind of like visiting a Walkabout pub *shudders*
ReplyDeleteWelcome home-ish!
Outback Steakhouse is more an American steakhouse, and less a typical Aussie restaurant. And yet the punters go for it!
ReplyDeleteI've had friends/coworkers/etc say to me, "I'm going to Outback Steakhouse tonight!" in a tone of voice that suggests I'm supposed to respond, "Seriously? Oh my God! I LOVE that place!"