Leaving on a Jet Plane

Tomorrow we leave for home. After almost three weeks in Australia, it's time to go home and get back to reality. Part of me is glad, ready to go home and get back into my routine. But, a big part of me will be sad once I'm sitting in that plane seat (and not just because I'm stuck there for 13 hours.) This place is magical to me, and it has been again this time.

So much good stuff, it is hard to list it all. Tim Tams and Lemonade. Exhausting but exhilarating walks. The sights, the sounds. The hot firefighter who smiled at me. It was all good. Even the bad stuff was good. That's how vacation is.

But, now life beckons. So I will bid Australia a fond farewell and look forward to seeing those United States I love so much.

(There are things I will not miss about Australia too. . .(only a few) No unsweetened Iced Tea. No free drink refills. The fact that books are so dang expensive. The unfavorable exchange rate. The lack of ice in general. No Cool Ranch Doritos. )

So, I shall return soon to writing more regularly. Until then, G'day.

A Little Bingo Never Hurt Nobody

I leave for Australia in a few days, and there seems to be so much to do. But, I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to play some bingo with my buddy Janis at the gay club tonight. We went last week and it was amazingly fun. I actually won twice and got myself a cool $45. But, truth be told, while I liked winning, just being there was fun enough.

There is not enough true silliness in my life. Sure, there is fun and all that, but I love the silliness. So, before I head for the land down under, I'm going to try my fortunes with the cards again tonight.

BINGO, BITCHES!!!

Since this is the last post I shall be doing before we go, I just want to say a fond farewell to all of you, and I hope you miss me terribly. Catch me on my email, so we can keep in touch. Those of you who don't have my email must simply pine for me.

I Ain't No Damsel in Distress

But, don't I wish I were, sometimes. Not that I mind being an independent lady. But, there are limits, aren't there? Why am I always the one doing the heavy lifting when there are no men around? Why am I left to fend for myself, just because I can hold my liquor? Just because I'm not puking my guts out doesn't mean it wouldn't be nice to have a hand to hold while I stumble to my car. Just because I CAN walk a mile and a half on a broken leg, doesn't mean I wouldn't like someone to carry me.

I've just never been that kind of girl. And, the truth is I don't really know why. I'm not that man-ish. I'm not dainty, but then again, I don't really know any dainty women. Every chick I know could handle herself 9 times out of 10. So why is it that the chivalry of those around me is wasted on incompetent, silly girls? Don't us ladies who can actually handle things deserve a break every now and then? Come on guys, show us some love. Leave the silly girls to their own devices for once, and hold the door for me. I won't puke on your shoes, or leave you holding my purse when I'm done.

Ain't it The Truth