The result of putting 35 Aussies/Kiwi's and and Canadian on tour for 11 days:
All night Karaoke in LA, a multitude of unknown bruises and scratches, dust in places I never knew existed, knowing that chandelier will always have new meaning, the ability to count the number of hours slept on one hand, the innate fear of becoming sober due to the 10day hangover that ensues, and the most insane penthouse party ever. I wouldn't have changed a minute of it. Memories that will last a lifetime. But in the end, it's the people who make the adventures amazing and you guys are fucking rad