i feel I can't out-do him but I can at least give it a go...
Friday night... Pol's running late... we swing past the Snotcluster to return DVD's and grab energy drinx.... Pol sez "oh your joking, you legend" or something to that effect...
we drive to broadbeach... actually not really having any idea where we are going IN broadbeach, but hey, it's friday and it's an adventure...
we are looking for the blues on broadbeach festival to go visit pol's old pal chubby rae (aka Merissa) and her band, see her wail and inspire young girls all wearing stripes...
We watch some of edwin holt and renee geyer and head over to the broadbeach tavern, where our usually local MOJO WEBB is playing with band. It's very strange the broadbeach tavern, especially the fact that there are pictures of pauline hanson (eek!) and paul keating (not quite as bad) side by side on the wall... dodge-o-rama.
spent til approximately - well who knows what time... there, and then on to conrad jupiters... open 24 hours a day... and huge but particularly unexciting... so i drank with newly acquired friend andyroo at the bar and ran around the casino exploring.
we had to be out of the hotel reasonably early so got our sorry asses out of bed not too long after we seemed to get in there, and staggered into the sunshine muttering things like 'breakfast'... but not after smashing a bottle of nail polish on the balcony and singing songs from 'o brother where art thou?'...
had a HUGE breakfast at the coffee club and some nice conversation as well... hung around to see blind lemon and then frocked off back to brisneyland.
more on the hilarity and absolute bliss of my weekend shortly...
xxJ
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