Topless at Toowoon

Hot volvo cruising up the winding road, north to the sunny shores. Mix of music; air-con at full blast; bag of cheeses, dips, breads. Two girls who don’t give a shit singing at the top of their lungs and laughing about nothing in particular.

These are the days I’d miss… Summer is amazing! The heat; the long road trips with friends; wearing skirts with swimmers underneath; getting sand between your toes and… well everywhere… only to splash around in the water and later get your body sandy again. Crazy, salty hair; lazing around on the sand; reading tacky magazines or snoozing whilst faint sounds of other people waft past. Girly girly days!

On entering the freeway at Mooney Mooney we merged beside another red p plater. The car was full of boys who basically thought they were hot shit. They kept waving at us, slowing down, speeding up, sitting on my arse. Being desperate. After Sarah and I had ignored them for a few minutes, they sped off. We had to laugh as one of the boys in the back dangled out the window flashing numbers at us with his hands. “What is he doing?” I querried. Swa came to the conclusion he was giving us his number. So here it is girls – 0425 786 739

We made it to Toowoon Bay – with a few stop overs – at about 3pm. The water was very pleasant and we found a fairly secluded spot in the shade. Swa and I have a theory which is basically if a man stares at a ladies chest long enough, her bikini top will fall off… We tested it out with amazing results! And photos for scientific evidence.

I also spoke to Lex today. The phone had a lag of a few seconds so we kept interupting each other and saying  “hu?” a lot. We spoke cameras. SLR cameras to be precise. She also drank tea (and spilt in on heself) which is like our normal get-togethers, minusing not being able to see each other and her being in a completely different country and all. I leave in 12 days! I’m so not ready!

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