This was not an easy morning to wake up. The wine I'd had last night packed a punch, although it wasn't quite strong enough to burst any eardrums. Lois wasn't much better. Lucky for her, it was the last day of the Rescue Diver course, so she'd get to practice all the life-saving skills in water, while I slung suds (that's the hip lingo for "washing gear") back at the shop. After rallying and making it to the shop, Carl left with Lois and the other Rescue students in tow.
Unfortunately, my "filling tanks with reckless abandon" was not the best strategy for it, and many of the tanks were under-filled. I sent Carl a sincere apology text, and in true Aussie fashion he replied "No warries, mate." I know it was a bit of an inconvenience. But I'll be the best darned tank filler ever one day, you'll see!
After another day of getting my jeans sopping wet in the name of rental gear cleanliness, I began preparing myself for the experience that is Sunday night at Northies. Donning my best jeans and a shirt, I got my hair did by Lois and shaved off a week of beard growth. Needless to say, I was looking ridiculously good-looking.
If Sunday is the day for resting, the people of Cronulla haven't heard about it. The place was packed, the music loud, the drinks expensive. I had a great night though. To my dismay though, the girls were ready to leave after only an hour of dancing. And I had just gotten warmed up too...
We headed back to Sam's place for a bit; Lois, Sam, Caroline, and myself led the way, with Kristy valiantly trying to shake off a creepy guy in the rear (Not editing that, but you keep your mind out of the gutter.) Things kinda fizzled out for the night, so I headed home, leaving the girls to hang out. Tomorrow's my day off though, which will hopefully mean adventure.
Yours in Pourin' Out a Shot for the Queen,
Robert
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