Croc Bait
I'll shortly continue with the Irish escapades. However there are a number of things I'm going to mention first about today.
1) I told an old friend about my blog. I hadn't previously told any people that I know personally about my blog (except for Yaksox but we dont know each other that well). And then she commented on it in an email to me.
"bizarre" - ouch
"amazing" - Ok I think
"witty" - I can handle that one
"bordering on exhibitionism" - ouchy ouch ouch ouch
Aaaah what the hell, I'm letting it all hang out after years of cloistered boredom.
I really respect this woman - "she has a fine legal mind" (that is a line from one of her references). Seriously she has the smarts big time. She has an amazingly important job in the legal system in Australia. I cant say any more - she would have my guts for garters(and then sue me). Anyway, Serge's opinion (do you like that one S?) means a lot to me. So I'm bemused.
2) I REALLY lost my temper tonight playing netball. I hate dirty players and I HATE being patronised by the umpire who told me to "learn the rules".AAAARGGHHHH. I nearly chucked a "John McEnroe". Then I used the "f" word within hearing of my daughter and I'm quite ashamed of myself. I'll feel better tomorrow.
3) Dervala commented on my blog - I'm chuffed
4) I need some help with the English language. I'm confused between amended and emended. Now Serge or Dervala, help me out. One of the girls I used to go to school with works on the Oxford Dictionary (in Oxford of all places - imagine that!)but I'm sure as hell she wouldn't read my blog. If you send someone an invoice that has been altered, are you sending them an amended invoice or an emended invoice? I say "amended". The other looks wrong. Help!
OK back to the story at large.
So Olga had changed. She had this really hard edge. I craved the instant comfort that you get from an old friend (I get that from Serge except when she is commenting on my blog - lol).But she was scary. And jetlagged. And pissed off.
The next night we decided to go out to a nightclub that I had spent most of my formative years in. It would make me cry to count the money that I had spent over that particular bar. This nightclub was pretty much past it.However, it was the only place that played even moderately alternative music in the whole town. In its heyday, it was UNBELIEVABLE, but at the time of Olga's return it was just dark, sleazy and boring.
I had raved about this place, and we sat there bored as all hell, almost uncomfortable in each other's presence. There was nothing else for it but to become horrendously drunk. And then....I found her again.
She had an urge to feel the ocean. She hadn't swum in the ocean for years in Ireland. So at about two in the morning, tanked to our eyeballs, we caught a cab to the beach. And the tide was waaaaaay out.
At this point I must digress slightly to tell you about the seaside in Darwin, so that you can understand the full scope of our stupidity.
In the tropical parts of Australia, you can only swim in the ocean between the months of May and October. Any other time of year, there are what the locals call sea-wasps floating en masse around the inner shore. The proper name for them is "box jellyfish" and these nasty little buggers can KILL you.
Darwin Harbour is also infested with saltwalter crocodiles, and these nasty big buggers will KILL you (and then eat you).
So there we were, Olga, another lass named Angie, and I, waist deep in the ocean, in our underwear, with ZERO visibility out to sea or in to shore. It seemed like such a laugh at the time .......(whimper).
Not too long after that, Olga got a job at the local Casino as a trainee croupier. And I boarded a Greyhound Bus for a five month sojourn to southern climes to say my goodbyes to my beloved aunt who was dying of cancer.
This is becoming a very long story.
OK. I'm going to cut quite a lot of detail here. I came back from South, I had a huge argument with the woman who was destined to become my step-mother (fisticuffs included)and moved into a house with Olga, Robyn and Robert.
Insert "Lots of drinking, laughter, high-jinks and lack of sleep."
Olga and her mother decided they would like a free trip back to Ireland (and I was so itching to go too). So Olga decided to enter the local "Rose of Tralee" pageant. With a lot of histrionics, a complete change of looks and image (external only), and much mother-daughter arguing between Olga and her ma, she bloody well won the thing. Twas off to Ireland for us. Stay tuned....
1) I told an old friend about my blog. I hadn't previously told any people that I know personally about my blog (except for Yaksox but we dont know each other that well). And then she commented on it in an email to me.
"bizarre" - ouch
"amazing" - Ok I think
"witty" - I can handle that one
"bordering on exhibitionism" - ouchy ouch ouch ouch
Aaaah what the hell, I'm letting it all hang out after years of cloistered boredom.
I really respect this woman - "she has a fine legal mind" (that is a line from one of her references). Seriously she has the smarts big time. She has an amazingly important job in the legal system in Australia. I cant say any more - she would have my guts for garters(and then sue me). Anyway, Serge's opinion (do you like that one S?) means a lot to me. So I'm bemused.
2) I REALLY lost my temper tonight playing netball. I hate dirty players and I HATE being patronised by the umpire who told me to "learn the rules".AAAARGGHHHH. I nearly chucked a "John McEnroe". Then I used the "f" word within hearing of my daughter and I'm quite ashamed of myself. I'll feel better tomorrow.
3) Dervala commented on my blog - I'm chuffed
4) I need some help with the English language. I'm confused between amended and emended. Now Serge or Dervala, help me out. One of the girls I used to go to school with works on the Oxford Dictionary (in Oxford of all places - imagine that!)but I'm sure as hell she wouldn't read my blog. If you send someone an invoice that has been altered, are you sending them an amended invoice or an emended invoice? I say "amended". The other looks wrong. Help!
OK back to the story at large.
So Olga had changed. She had this really hard edge. I craved the instant comfort that you get from an old friend (I get that from Serge except when she is commenting on my blog - lol).But she was scary. And jetlagged. And pissed off.
The next night we decided to go out to a nightclub that I had spent most of my formative years in. It would make me cry to count the money that I had spent over that particular bar. This nightclub was pretty much past it.However, it was the only place that played even moderately alternative music in the whole town. In its heyday, it was UNBELIEVABLE, but at the time of Olga's return it was just dark, sleazy and boring.
I had raved about this place, and we sat there bored as all hell, almost uncomfortable in each other's presence. There was nothing else for it but to become horrendously drunk. And then....I found her again.
She had an urge to feel the ocean. She hadn't swum in the ocean for years in Ireland. So at about two in the morning, tanked to our eyeballs, we caught a cab to the beach. And the tide was waaaaaay out.
At this point I must digress slightly to tell you about the seaside in Darwin, so that you can understand the full scope of our stupidity.
In the tropical parts of Australia, you can only swim in the ocean between the months of May and October. Any other time of year, there are what the locals call sea-wasps floating en masse around the inner shore. The proper name for them is "box jellyfish" and these nasty little buggers can KILL you.
Darwin Harbour is also infested with saltwalter crocodiles, and these nasty big buggers will KILL you (and then eat you).
So there we were, Olga, another lass named Angie, and I, waist deep in the ocean, in our underwear, with ZERO visibility out to sea or in to shore. It seemed like such a laugh at the time .......(whimper).
Not too long after that, Olga got a job at the local Casino as a trainee croupier. And I boarded a Greyhound Bus for a five month sojourn to southern climes to say my goodbyes to my beloved aunt who was dying of cancer.
This is becoming a very long story.
OK. I'm going to cut quite a lot of detail here. I came back from South, I had a huge argument with the woman who was destined to become my step-mother (fisticuffs included)and moved into a house with Olga, Robyn and Robert.
Insert "Lots of drinking, laughter, high-jinks and lack of sleep."
Olga and her mother decided they would like a free trip back to Ireland (and I was so itching to go too). So Olga decided to enter the local "Rose of Tralee" pageant. With a lot of histrionics, a complete change of looks and image (external only), and much mother-daughter arguing between Olga and her ma, she bloody well won the thing. Twas off to Ireland for us. Stay tuned....
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