on getting arrested

"Have fun getting arrested," was what the lady said when she passed us our tickets.

We did get arrested, but it was all play at the Old Melbourne Gaol... which was just the coolest. Probably shouldn't say that about a place that used to be a jail, but it was. Being the 'criminals' that we were, we stood in a line shoulder to shoulder, got checked for drugs and were locked in cells. I gotta say, the sergeant that showed us around was pret-ty convincing. I did not want to mess around with him, that's for sure.

The Old Melbourne Gaol was actually, to both our surprise, smack bang in the middle of the city. So we spent the rest of the day just walking all around the city, talking about our childhood stories, the weirdest dreams we've had and everything in between. I'm not sure if you can tell by the photos, but Melbourne went through a biiiit of a multiple personality disorder today; it was sunny one minute, then pouring down with rain, then sunny, then raining for literally fifteen seconds, then sunny again.

It didn't really bother us until we were approached by a sliiiightly drunk Santa with a bottle of wine in his hand and a big red sack in his other, asking ever so politely and drunkenly, 'let's share some shade together!' and off he squeezed himself under our already crowded umbrella...which I found hilarious, but Aaron found slightly intimidating at first (sorry mate, it's totally understandable though!). Looks like someone was already in holiday spirit, that's for sure... but then again, aren't all of us?