Wine, wine, wine. And also some wine.

Well, I hit that exam on the head with a hammer on Saturday and knuckled it down until it was lying on the floor crying and begging for forgiveness. I looked at it with a mean smile and said, well, you should have thought about this earlier. Maybe some consideration would have been nice, but instead you have been nothing but evil. Now it's too late. Then I spat on it, left the building, grabbed three friends and hit the road for a girls' weekend away. Thank God that semester is over.

We were off to Stanthorpe, the wine capital of Queensland, which by coincidence also happens to be the capital of the freezing cold weather. The weekend was legendary. Imagine one energetic Brazilian, one hilarious Malaysian, one crazy Peruvian and one, well, slightly insane Swiss and a car called Froggy, all on a mission to have one hell of a good time. Not so sure about poor Froggy who was a bit short on breath and low on oil at times, but the rest of us certainly had a ball. Throw some winery tours into the equation, tons of good food, lots of beanies, scarves and warm coats, some random singing and some very strange dancing, lots and lots of red wine and a bit of rum and you get the idea.

After a time of great insanity and inhumane amounts of work, a weekend of freedom and fun with the girls was just what the doctor had ordered for me. My lips were permanently stained from the red wine, my stomach muscles were sore from all the laughing and the happy smile remained on my face even when I slept. Whereever we went, we were greated by welcoming people- even the dogs were friendly and would spin around in circles and dance for us. We let the good times roll and the wine flow- and here are some pictures for show and tell.



Beautiful.




Beautiful.




Beautiful.



Wine...




More wine...




And some more wine...




Me and the blackies- I never realised how white I am.




Braving the cold in our winter gear. Thank God we're naturally hot.




Although... sometimes even that didn't help.




Thank God the wine never failed to warm us up.




Unfortunately, the photos of our late night wine orgy need to be censored. I know you want to see them and they are hilarious, but unfortunately, it's not possible. Sharon would kill me. Sorry... better luck next time.