Australia: Vivian


If you read the post about the big freaking spider you know I need to introduce Vivian.  Well, it’s more than just that one, pretty much every important story from Australia revolves around her.  When I’m on a trip I like to take notes about the little details that really make the moments, the specific words used, the order of the actions, and I have to say that my notes about my first night with Vivian are quite amusing.  It’s a condensed version of the following story and it makes me smile a lot to read the notes, remember, and write about it.

When I arrived in Australia, staying with Sharn for two weeks, it became apparent that she was going to be quite a bit busier with Cern than she originally thought.  She suggested that I spend a bit more time with her roommate, Vivian.  Well, she actually said that Vivian had told her that the only reason I was staying with them was to torture her.  She also said that if I was going to spend more time with Vivian to be careful with her, that she hadn’t had an easy year.

Vivian hadn’t been around a whole lot until that point, we’d had a few short conversations but that was about it.  She was cute, fun, and could hold a good conversation but I didn’t really know much about her.  I decided that should change.  (Just so you know, she’s read some of this blog and chose her own pseudonym for these posts.) Continue reading

The big American in Australia


**This is the only repost from Blogger I’m doing because it’s just too damn funny and sets up the next post.  Originally posted on Blogger shortly after it happened, 12/27/14.**

Vivian and I were having a lazy evening, watching movies and eating Thai in bed.  After, Vivian got up and went to take the dishes upstairs.  (There will be plenty about Vivian, back story and all, in other posts.  This story was just too funny to wait.)

A minute later she came back in, plates still  in hand, eyes big, and asked me if I was good with spiders.

She had told me previously about her major issues with spiders.  It’s on the level of “will kick you out of her house” for joking that there’s a spider near her.   Seriously.  Anything spider related is totally off limits.  Okay, no problem for me.

When Vivian came back into the bedroom and mentioned a spider, my big ego, American, white knight streak emerged with a hard on.  Of course, I’ll vanquish the arachnid and save the day!

I got out of bed in my boxers, chest puffed out, flexing my arms.  “Alright, where is he?” Continue reading