Friday evening, Steve and I sat watching the local news before bed. The story: "Schoolies", a massive onslaught of high-schoolers swarming the coast to party for the weekend. (Much like Spring Break in Miami.) Turns out this swarm of high-schoolers was set to hit Surfer's Paradise at the same time that Steve and I were to be staying there with Steve's cousin, Jess, and her fiancee Mark.

We spent the evening with them at a little pub, and afterwards, walked around the vibrant metropolis dodging intoxicated teenagers. It was hilarious.