We're turning a tanner shade of tan.
Like so many other young Australians, J, M and A decided to ignore the Government in crisis and head to Thailand for 3 weeks. What better place to go for midnight swims, have sex with attractive Europeans and drink cheap buckets of cocktails?
It was a typical holiday for the three of them. Meaning J was having sex on the beach (not the drink), A was getting wasted and losing the hotel key and falling asleep in her party clothes outside the bungalow and M was driving in crazy Bangkok traffic and trying to convince A and J that they weren't that hungover and could walk up to the viewpoint...yeah, they were throwing up their pad thai.
There was sightseeing and kayaking and snorkling and elephant trekking and so much cheap alcohol. A managed to pick up a cute English boy in cooking class (yes, making 'spicy' jokes can make a guy fall for you) and J was taking manic drunken tuk-tuk rides around a city she can't even remember the name of. M was the good girl, the one waking them up for flights and booking tours and remaining faithful to her boyfriend. Turns out she's very content with E and doesn't even need to look at another guy. Which just means she's missing out really. J found so many attractive Europeans that she couldn't handle them all and would have gladly handled some over to M. But M was too busy learning how to juggle fire and drunk skipping and playing connect four with a bunch of fun girls she met from the US.
Ah, young love.