Butters' Spread: Toight Tuesday

6am: "WAKE UP FRESHERRRRRRRS!"

The deep sick feeling in one's gut is one I can empathise with when the lights and music rang out through college. Yes, another morning, another wake-up. (We're so ruthless, aren't we ;) ?) 6am should be a decent hour to get up, but after my 2 hrs of sleep before hand it was made possible only by a bottle of that new energy drink they call 'Mother'. I was to learn it's powerful effects! Aerobics/dancing and showering in the courtyard preceeded an obstacle course all around campus. For those familiar with UNSW you would have been amused to see Uniwalk set up like a run-the-gauntlet type of thing with the oldies armed and dangerous with pillows, paint, limbo ropes, tyres and detergent. Having to set the example I copped it pretty badly from my oldies (i'm still a fresher to them!) but overall it was lots of fun and not too painful at all.

Tuesday morning was spent jet boating on the stunning harbour that is Darling. This is always a highlight and for only $15 a bargain. Thanks to Oz Jet Boating for the group discount! Such a thrilling ride, and we are sooo used to getting wet by now we loved the multiple faceplants the driver pulled.

Above: Half of the girls group posing by the wharf at Circular Quay

Below: Who wants to get wet?

Toight Tuesday lived up to its infamous name when we all went out op-shopping for the night's Harbour Cruise, (theme: Pirates and Wenches). Supre outlets at Eastgardens and Bondi Junction were ravaged with over-sized males ("Does this mini come in a large?") and embarrassed females ("I'd actually wear that out!") *shivers*

2GH: 2 Get Hot (or 2 Get Humiliated!)

I thought I'd join my group in the shopping fun instead of taking time out to sleep (all the O week leaders bought their costumes from the Supre outlet in Prep week at a whopping price of $13 each!) To beat the rush, we bused it to Bondi Junction and bought matching skull-and-cross bones tops, and left them to fnd their own bottoms (a bad idea for some). The awkward part was seeing the guys fit into my shorts and skirts and wearing them on the cruise. Oh dear.

Entertaining Anzac Parade: Thommohawk, Birdie, Jaydog, Kawoman, Mal-practice, T-Burg

(Identities have been hidden to prevent embarrassment.)

For the first time all week I had a stress attack, after leaving one of my freshers back in Westfield, Bondi, us oldies felt terrible and tried to navigate them back. Also, the buses refused to pick up 200 freaks from the bus stop (can't think why, we weren't all in drag!) so it took us 45 mins to get a bus. Also, the Queen Mary or some other such famous vessel was docked in the harbour which brought swarms of crowds and police. Normally the walk from Circular Quay bus stop to the wharf would be a breeze, but this was a nightmare. Trying to usher 200 pirates/wenches when you're dressed in a sailor suit is not fun, especially when you're boxed in by hundreds of normal people giving you strange looks.

3B girls decked out in Kazakhstan's national colours. hmmm... Nice choice?

Eventually we arrived on the boat, having left 6 people behind (it turned out they didn't want to come anyway, phew!) but had issues with under-agers and the bar staff accepting our wristbands as ID plus a few other issues. It was certainly a hiccup to what was a smooth week, and a test of our patience and mental strength as we were all very tired and keen to make Harbour Cruise the best night yet. And by God's grace it turned out to be just that. Thanks to Queen Mary for providing complimentary fireworks ... we're glad you stopped by after all :)