Agnes Water, OZ
Moving right along. The days after Thanksgiving saw a breaking up of our little clan here in the hostel. As, I think I said, there were 14 people who were living in the hostel at the meal, that's an incredible number if you think about it.
The Welshies were among the first to leave as I remember it, Harry and Gwen, only a slight gimp and limp as she wobbled out the door.
Jenny and Cat did get sucked into the hostel for an unexpected night as their OZ Experience left town without them, but that ended up working out for the best, one less night in Hervey.
Sarah got good and stuck and didn't manage to leave till this past Monday, and boy did she cut loose before she went. I will always remember her saying over coffee one morning, "But, I don't want to be a good girl."
I spent a good part of the last week doing Meet and Greet here in the morning, for the people getting off the bus. "Welcome to Cool Banana's. I'm Bob, check in is on the left, please deposit your bags on the floor. . . We're walking, we're walking, we're stopping. On the left in the kitchen. On your right is a Bavarian." The uniform for this is of course, bathrobe, elvis' and a cup of cappocino. I don't think that anyone should find this shocking.
During this time, I also had a requested encore performance as Cleaning Maid. I also was asked to help out on the free tour as Rod had to go to Bundaburg for the day. I had four wardrobe changes that day. Meet in greet in the robe, cowboy hat and vest for the 4x4 tour, and the hot pants and bikini top for the rooms. Elvis' on the whole time, of course. One girl commented as I swept her floor, "This is the weirdest hostel that I've ever been in." Heh heh heh. I might add at this point, that Greg has burned a copy of my Parliament CD and it's on regularly in the evening.
Last weekend was the fifth party that I've organized here. We went back to the beach. Things got a bit chaotic for me, but we got it swinging. It was an odd one for me, as most of the people on the beach were new people whom I didn't know. It rained as it did the last time we were on the beach, Steph, Kiki, Carl and I pushed through the torrential rains and drank till light. I ended up in the hostel at 9ish, still drinking and running about in an army helmet and my robe. We decided that maybe I shouldn't do the meet and greet that morning. I crashed by 11, and then crashed completely.
Welcome to moody, quiet Bob. Some of you know my less sunny side, and it's always a shock for people who've never seen it before. I went into a four day funk, which I finally pulled out of last night. Maybe it was the new moon, I think it was simply a build up of a lot of things. At any rate, I'm feeling better and finally have started perking up again.
Sonja's also back in town, who left shortly after I arrived here, just before Halloween, so over a month ago. Geesh, I've been here too long. I have retired from doing parties for the time being and am getting ready to head up to Airlie finally. I'm also waiting to hear about my visa extension, as my visa runs out in... yep, four days. No worries though, immigration says that I will get a bridging visa in any event, even if I'm denied, so if I am I've got time to leave, not... four days. So, that's where things stand, I just got back from Binky's where his house is finally going up.
The Welshies were among the first to leave as I remember it, Harry and Gwen, only a slight gimp and limp as she wobbled out the door.
Jenny and Cat did get sucked into the hostel for an unexpected night as their OZ Experience left town without them, but that ended up working out for the best, one less night in Hervey.
Sarah got good and stuck and didn't manage to leave till this past Monday, and boy did she cut loose before she went. I will always remember her saying over coffee one morning, "But, I don't want to be a good girl."
I spent a good part of the last week doing Meet and Greet here in the morning, for the people getting off the bus. "Welcome to Cool Banana's. I'm Bob, check in is on the left, please deposit your bags on the floor. . . We're walking, we're walking, we're stopping. On the left in the kitchen. On your right is a Bavarian." The uniform for this is of course, bathrobe, elvis' and a cup of cappocino. I don't think that anyone should find this shocking.
During this time, I also had a requested encore performance as Cleaning Maid. I also was asked to help out on the free tour as Rod had to go to Bundaburg for the day. I had four wardrobe changes that day. Meet in greet in the robe, cowboy hat and vest for the 4x4 tour, and the hot pants and bikini top for the rooms. Elvis' on the whole time, of course. One girl commented as I swept her floor, "This is the weirdest hostel that I've ever been in." Heh heh heh. I might add at this point, that Greg has burned a copy of my Parliament CD and it's on regularly in the evening.
Last weekend was the fifth party that I've organized here. We went back to the beach. Things got a bit chaotic for me, but we got it swinging. It was an odd one for me, as most of the people on the beach were new people whom I didn't know. It rained as it did the last time we were on the beach, Steph, Kiki, Carl and I pushed through the torrential rains and drank till light. I ended up in the hostel at 9ish, still drinking and running about in an army helmet and my robe. We decided that maybe I shouldn't do the meet and greet that morning. I crashed by 11, and then crashed completely.
Welcome to moody, quiet Bob. Some of you know my less sunny side, and it's always a shock for people who've never seen it before. I went into a four day funk, which I finally pulled out of last night. Maybe it was the new moon, I think it was simply a build up of a lot of things. At any rate, I'm feeling better and finally have started perking up again.
Sonja's also back in town, who left shortly after I arrived here, just before Halloween, so over a month ago. Geesh, I've been here too long. I have retired from doing parties for the time being and am getting ready to head up to Airlie finally. I'm also waiting to hear about my visa extension, as my visa runs out in... yep, four days. No worries though, immigration says that I will get a bridging visa in any event, even if I'm denied, so if I am I've got time to leave, not... four days. So, that's where things stand, I just got back from Binky's where his house is finally going up.
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