Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Hostel Life Pt. 5: Australian Girls
Yes, they're eighteen and want to have a good time. And yes, you're becoming the cranky old guy in the hostel, so you shouldn't complain. They should be able to yell as much as they want at any time, throw their crap all over the room, imbue the air with a combination of putrid body odor, smelly armpit spray, and the musty smell of wet socks, and call each other bitch and c@nt, because it's edgy and cool. You understand. The beds squeak, so why not jump up and down on them incessantly after returning from the bars at 4am, making them squeak louder and louder and louder, a resonating cacophony, outdone only by the accompanying shrill, vomit inducing laughter. You get it. It might be different if they were hot. But they're not.