2003-02-24

I have returned from my mission of self affirmation a stronger, wiser and poorer person. Man, are tourist type destinations expensive or what???!!!

Got to Noosa and there was a cyclone. Spooky thing was that the cyclone shared my name, and behaved pretty much as I do when I am having a tanty - miserable and dribbly. So i spent three days being hot, having frizzy hair from the humidity, and trying not to yell at the boyf for being such a freakin' whinger. Twas all I could do to hold myself together and then he wants sympathy - not good timing.

We drive down the coast to my old home town. A drive that usually takes about 4.5 hours managed to take us 8, including one very fucked up stop for an hour and a half at Byron Bay where Rach had to check out some crystals for her new age shop in Noosa. I didn't realise there was such a range available... and tripping over the "yahs" and their three wheeler prams on the main street of Byron did nothing to improve my mood. Since when did a cup of coffee deserve to cost $4???

Finally I arrive at the mother's house, which, in a long and convoluted way used to be my aunt's house in the early eighties. And it hasn't changed, not one little bit. Lava red tiles in the bathroom and kitchen, exposed brick archways, and an enclosed area for the hot tub. Crickey, it was like the perfect setting for bad porn - all I needed was some wa-wa peddle action and a guy with a big fat 'tash.

I get hounded all night by my mother's new man who, as I have mentioned previously, is father to one of the little shits who pestered me throughout high school. Big Joe wants me to go him, and he's goading me until finally I yawn and say "gee, I'm so tired after my long trip, I think I'll go to bed". I left him with such a dissatisfied look on his face because I denied him his little piece of argy bargy. Awwwww. Mum walks me to my room and assures me that Big Joe means well and is only 'testing' me. Yeah. Great way to start a relationship with someone's family, to test them. I am so endeared to him, NOT.

(Brief interlude here - am at work and urgent email missive has come through - better go look like I am busy doing somethin' close to nothin').

To be continued...

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