so here i am in brisbane... yeah!
three weeks of warmth and ants and three lane roads.
sounds good, huh?
off to byron bay tomorrow, i'm very much looking forward to getting on the road again, seeing some beaches, relaxing into holiday mode. so far it's been a little weird. i haven't quite managed to let go of everything i've just left behind in chch. a very bloody odd situation. ok, let me fill you in a little. this 'plaything' of mine is a married woman. her man got wind of the situation (please don't ask how, it's just too convoluted. suffice to say that the grapvine in chch is a strong and healthy one). so, plaything (i'll refer to her as T from now on, ok?) and hubby called it quits. yes, really. next day i'm doing plaything's shift (as she was in no state to work) and in bowls this woman. i have no idea who she is... she comes up to the counter and asks if 'orika' is working. i figure she means me. so she asks to speak to me somewhere private... and proceeds to give me a right bolloxing. along the lines of "T doesn't want any contact with you whatsoever, i have her cell phone so don't even THINK about texting her, and anyway who the fuck do you think you are, they've been together for 10 years, up till a week ago they were talking about having kids, keep the hell out of her life and fuck right off". real nice. obviously i was a little shaken by this. oh, yeah.. she was T's boy's sister. ouchy.
needless to say, i was a little fragile for the rest of the day! at some point T turned up to say hi, give me a hug... she'd rung just after the nasty wee incident and was as shocked as me that it'd happened. god, what a fucking family. remind me not to have inlaws. ever ever ever.
so, where we're at now: no contact for the 3 weeks that i'm over here... no phone calls, no texts, no emails. she needs space to sort her head out. and wants me to get on with having a good time while i'm on holiday. it's weird though, of course i think about her and wonder how things are going. wonder what things will be like back at work in a couple of weeks. sheesh, look at me ramble. i was planning on saying a bit about australia.. but instead i'm issuing forth on the state of my bloody love life. eek, stop me now.
*deep breath*
so, as i was saying, brisbane. yes. it's big and pretty ugly on the whole. we've discovered a cool wee part of town called west end, filled with organic shops, mango sorbet, and queers. it's great. i'll be happy enough to avoid the rest of town, and just hang out there. might check out a couple of queer clubs in the valley tonight... though to be honest the 'scene' doesn't seem that appealing. i'm just not a sceney kinda girl. and i need a haircut... but don't go thinking i'm off to find an eighty dollero dykeymullet. not bloody likely. though admittedly it does look cute on T. god, there i go again, thinking about her.
hahahhhahhahahah *gulp*
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