Agnes Water, OZ

Oooh, my head feels rough. It's Sunday here in Agnes, and once again we had a blow out Saturday night. I'm getting good at this party planning stuff. The other hostel in town got wind of our Fiesta last night and showed as well. Excellent! It was a merry evening at Lindsay and Luke's, we decided after 3 beach parties in a row to have a change of scene. Greg made up his infamous Dahoo punch (you drink it and it compels one to sing DaHoo!!!, similar to how one says Yahoo), and Lindsay made Jell-O shots, something new to many people. Well, that did it, I got good and tipsy. It may well have been the largest party yet, it certainly lasted longer, as it didn't really break up till 2am, the last shuttle back to the hostel was 2.30. I'd driven in Vacilando, and just crashed in the field for the night.

So, I've got an hour or two to rest and recuperate before I work as one of the cleaning maids in the hostel this morning. Greg couldn't find anyone and asked if I'd help out. Not difficult, Steph and I have watched the cleaning girls during our morning constitutionals for weeks now. Put on some short shorts, a bikini top and go fluff some pillows. No problem. I wonder what the reaction of a hungover crossdressing American cleaning maid will be, but hell, most people were at the party last night, so I'm aiming for understanding. However, I must dedicate today's working to all those cleaning maids who've maid morning so pleasant: Steph, Jenny, Biggy, Lauren, Emilia (yeah, weird one) this one's for you, darlings.