Red lights, Nights Out and ‘Crassy’ United…
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It included about 1700km of driving, two cattle sales, three meetings, helping to herd a group of bush kids around Dreamworld and White Water World, a visit with Violet to the State Library (fabulous place!), a spot of Christmas shopping and my tri-annual mega-grocery haul… and catching up with my city friends. They are a wonderful patient lot, my mates from the Big Smoke… quite used to me doling out little bits of my time here and there for hurried catch-ups. (And I hope the ones I didn’t manage to see this time, will know that they are top of the agenda next visit. You know who you are!)
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This visit also saw a small bloggy catch-up.
Well it was really a Twitter Catch Up for people who also Blog.
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The two on the right managed (somehow) to forgive the alleged organiser of the event (that’d be me, if you are having trouble keeping track) for failing to pass on vital organisational information. Information such as whether this was to be a “dinner” event, or a “drinks after dinner” event. Seeing as how I have young children, and seeing as how Trace was operating on ‘Mickey Mouse’ time (aka Daylight Saving) I assumed the 8pm timeslot would automatically mean the latter option. Apparently not.
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And I do admit we ran a little late for the actual time suggested … Gee has three little ones, including a four-month-old cherub, and my Violet decided to throw the hissy-fit of the century upon discovering Mummy was going out after she went to bed. A lot of last-minute bribery and corruption was called on to allow us to get out of that front door (thanks Gee’s hubba-hubby!). My lovely companions posed gamely for the camera despite their growling tummies. I am hoping they were being good sports, and not biding their time to decimate me in an upcoming post?
*bats eyelids furiously*
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Gee was called on to recommend a nearby eating place and we rectified the situation (narrowly avoiding the treacherous condition which our mutually admired blog-goddess – The Pioneer Woman – refers to as Low Blood Sugar Cranky Butt Disorder (LBSCBD)). This disaster was averted with some Turkish fare, allowing the chatter to go on deep into the evening. My non-blogging buddy Gee steadfastly hung in through the WordPress-versus-Blogger debate, and even the HTML chat (actually, I have to confess that I may have glazed slightly during this section).
We were charmed completely by Tracey and her twinkling sense of humour, down-to-earth outlook and amazing generosity in travelling five hours just to meet us all. And Rhubarb (Rhubarb, Rhubarb)… whose health battle was completely unapparent in person (she swears by mineral makeup, so I immediately bought some the following day) and whose wicked wit kept us all in stitches.
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And so we are all now safely back in the comfort of our own homes –
Rhubarb in her urban seaside den,
Trace in her Mexican (sorry, New South Wales) ocean-overlooking village abode,
and me… me a very long way from any waves at all.
Back in the bush.
With the goannas and roos
and some sweet memories of the night I made
two almost-strangers starve in a high-class brothel.
9 Comments
Jenni
It looks like you had a fun time! However, your assessment of the decor is pretty much what I thought when I saw the photo on my blog dashboard. It's also reminiscent of dh's grandma's old living room with the red velvet wallpaper and upholstery. The intensity of the red would give me a headache if I stayed in there too long. The second room looks quite cozy, though.
Mom L
Wow – you do clean up nicely! And you ladies sure know how to have fun – I would have had nightmares for a week after being in that brothel, er, redrum, er, red room!!!
Nancy in Iowa
jeanie
Looks like a great time was had by all.
And $18 cocktails? Wow, you would WANT them to pack a punch at that price.
Debby
$18 cocktails?
Oooooh. I never had one of those before… I'm with Jeanie. I'd expect just one of those puppies to knock me on my keister….
Anonymous
Well BB if you were there then; it was high-class. Have a fun day.
traceelements
I'll see you the chardonnay, and raise you a culturally and fiscally challenged Corona. (Which at least I know doesn't make my brain slam against my skull the next day.) Coronas are what I drink when I'm trying to be fancy. You put a lime in them – so it's ok to drink out of the bottle, even!
I have to say that I thought I might be refused entry – I didn't feel quite dressed for such ..err.. posh.. surrounds. Rhubarb had to just about drag me in! (And I was seriously wondering just how glamorous this Bush Babe was going to be!!) Lucky you proved to be very down to earth – and Rhubarb helped me through. As Anon just said, I had high class company. Thanks for a lovely evening.
Jayne
Looks like a delightful evening, you all look lovely 🙂
Although I doubted I'd ever see any of you types inside a brothel !!!
rhubarbwhine
Seriously, BB you are a stunner, and Trace has the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen.
We had a great time, and I wish I could have kicked on for coffee and dessert as offered; but I was bushed and it was tomorrow… But let's do it again, huh girls?
Thanks to both of you and Gee too, for such a lovely night. xx
Bush Babe
Gosh I have been doing such a flurry of posts that I failed to come back to my comments here… most remiss of me!!
Rhubarb – I really am going to have to slip you some funds for all these compliments. You are making me blush furiously (and silently wonder if you have had that prescription for your specs filled out yet).
Jayne – bloggers are just like a box of chocolates… you never know what you are gonna get (or where you are likely to find them!!)
Tracey – I take full responsibility for the dress code being overlooked by anyone (I thought you looked lovely, but I am hardly a fashionata!). My code is usually, if I am going out, wear black. (And I am not even from Melbourne!)
Anon – ummm… I hope you meant this in a GOOD way? Heh…
Debby – they'd knock me on my (er) keister, mostly because I'd not be able to affort dinner afterwards!!
Jeanie – see above response!
Nancy – it was just the foyer that was questionable (but we all had to walk through it to get to the meeting place). I feel queasy just looking at the pic still!!
Jenni – glad it's not just me then. Next time, we may do a park meeting. But not at night. That would be even worse!!!
🙂
BB