"Indy" Weekend: Friday

It's taken me a few days, but here is the blog of highlights of my weekend in Surfer's Paradise for the Lexmark Indy 300. I have broken it into days to keep the entries short.

A Quick Point of Clarification:
Yes, they use "Indy" in the name of their event as well. This perplexed me for at least a week, until I finally accepted it and adopted it like a horny twenty something accepting that a cougar has a child. It was eerily satisfying to be able to say, "I'm going to Indy for the weekend" and have Australians understand.

Long story short, I got introduced to this group of three girls, Christina, Jess, and Sarah, through three different sources (Thanks to those involved), called them on Monday and they invited me down to stay on their floor for the weekend and go to the races. Much like offering to trade me a hostess cupcake for a turkey lunchable as a kid, I accepted and couldn't believe I got away with it.

Friday
I left work early on Friday to do laundry and pack and got the train to Nerang. Thinking that public transport would be a bit more frequent during the event, I expected there to be a bus at the train station (or at least one every fifteen minutes). An hour later, the bus arrives. After getting on the bus and getting settled I had to watch the pain of people unfamiliar with public transport (and the English language) pay for their bus fair. Thirty minutes later I arrived in Surfer's, walked to the girls' place and Christina and I got picked up by one of her co-workers to drive to a bar where another co-worker was Dj-ing.

While out, hilarity ensued. Turns out there was a group of surfers at the bar that Christina had hung out with a few times. So, I hung out (While thinking I was in the subwoofer a la Dane Cook) and people watched. While watching, I got to witness a dude that was maybe 5'9" reach up and kiss a broad that was 6'0" and when she and her friends went for a bathroom break he took another girl in the corner and was making out with her. Cue tall girl and her friends coming back, witnessing this, and his friends attempting to play Top Gun caliber wingman and getting shot down worse than Merlin. Fast forward to the end of the night. After almost getting punched by bouncers twice his size, the Surfer ends up pushing makeout victim #2 home in a shopping cart.

Moments of Irony/Hilarity from Friday:
1) While riding the bus to Surfer's, these two chicks were standing in front of me with halter tops, "I (heart) Indy" written in Sharpie on their arms and low cut jeans with ass cheek cleavage hanging out. After noticing this debacle, I looked out the window to see we were driving on Hooker Blvd.

2) After making it to Surfer's Paradise, I was walking down the street and passed a skin cancer clinic. Conveniently located 200 yards from the beach. The first analogy that comes to mind is the recovery group for sex addicts run by Luke Wilson in Blades of Glory. the second is holding an AA meeting in a pub or setting a keg in the corner for the fund raiser party after the AA meeting is done.

3) At 9:15pm, I watched a 40 year-old married man puke and bear hug a stoplight pole while waiting for the light to change with his friend trying to hold him up.