Right now I am sitting in a park in Balmain, Sydney. I'm sitting with about 5 bags filled with things belonging to Simon and me. I'm alone right now because Sam & Simon have gone up to Woolworths to get some food so we can have a barbeque. I've been staying at Sam's Dad's ex wifes house with Sam since the 30th of Dec, and recently about 4 nights ago, Sion came over to stay. It's pretty much been amazing. I missioned it up to SYdney from Melbourne, well it wasn't really a mission, but I got a ride up with a guy at the last minute to Sydney. The plan was (& I was exhausted & freaking out all week leading up to New Years) to get to Sydney somehow, because all my friends were here, & I definitely wasn't accepting the thought of spending NYE at the house in Fitzroy.
I had been speaking with Sam about it, & he wanted me to come up & he was staying in his relatives house so he kindly assured me I was definitely sorted for a place to stay if I came up, which was wonderful, and the fact that I could stay in an actual house living with one of my best friends that I've met while being in Australia was such a good idea, I was so focussed & determined to get to Sydney. It was getting closer and closer to the 31st, and I was worrying about not being able to get there, and I had no money because I was waiting for it to be in my account from NZ, & I was hoping to God it would get there in time. I was looking up flights, buses, trains, and rideshares with people, but the trains were all sold out & buses and flight prices were fucking ridiculous because getting up there for New Years was such high demand. I was scared and worried.
Come the night of the 29th and I'm mixing my cake ready to bake in the oven when I get a call from a Canadian guy about a ride to Sydney the following morning. He had seen my ad on Gumtree titled 'I NEED A RIDE TO SYDNEY FOR NYE'. I was so happy and so so relived. He explained to me that it was him and another girl driving & just as he was about to tell me the address to meet up the next morning, I stopped him by telling him to just send me a text with the address instead and he was like cool, I'll do that now. So we hung up and I was waiting for this text with the address, relieved and excited out of my brains at the fact that I had a ride up, but I still felt a tiny bit sketchy because he hadn't text me the address yet, and two hours had passed.
I called him, with a phone card with about $1 on it because I didn't have credit on my phone yet, and I asked him why he hadn't texted the address yet and he said he completely forgot and that he'd do it as soon as we got off the phone. He still didn't text me, & I was back to my freaked out self again only worse because I thought I was guaranteed that I wasn't going. I stayed up late that night, watched Evan Almighty, shit, then had a shower & went to bed about 1. I couldn't sleep at all because these 2 people kept coming in and out of the room turning on the light & leaving it on, & there were these two kiwi bros freestyling in the kitchen like motherfuckers, so I just got up at 4am and stayed up for a while, money still not in my account, I had a joint with this guy Chris & went on the internet for a bit, then I finally went to sleep at about 6am or so. I slept on the beanbag in the lounge and got woken up at about 10am from other people in the house. I got up, dreading the fact that I had no plan yet and it was another gay day of gayness.
I went to get my phone because it was charging and saw that it had 2 missed calls and 3 text messages. One text was from the guy that 'didn't' get back to me and it had the address of where he was leaving from, but it didn't work out with going with who we were initially supposed to so he must've sorted another one out & blah. Anyway, biggest fucking coolness of my life, because when I read that text I was out the door in 5 minutes. My money still wasn't in, so I was kindof freaking out but I thought I just wanna get there & I'll work something out witht the driver like, I could just put money in his account or something when i does go in. I just had to get to Sydney!
So I got my stuff, got on the tram, & met them in town. There was the Canadian guy, a guy from Melbourne (the driver) and this girl that was from Melbourne, New York and New Orleans. So her accent was fucked. The drive was ok, it was such a good feeling to be leaving the city. I felt quite awkward knowing I had no money and knowing that at some point we'd be stopping and the gas subject would com up.So when we pulled into a gas station, I was like ahh fuck. But then the guy driving was like 'Ok, I'm gonna pay for the gas and we'll just work everything out at the end. How relieving in my balls. So that would give me time to work up the courage to say ohhh mate, do you think I could put money into your account for the trip etc etc.
So we drove to Sydney. Sweet as. 888kms. Fuck! We stopped in a town with a massive submarine in the middle of a park. I walked along it. It was mental. Like Keith. He's mental. Everytime we stopped I checked my account. And everytime it wasn't there I became more weirded out scaredy pants. But it was ok. I was so excited to see my loved ones and that's all that mattered. The drive was awesomeness. Australian countryside is really nice. It amazes me that Australia and New Zealand are quite close together and the climate and landscape are pretty much completely different. The people in the car weren't exactly the people I'd really hang around with, but it was ok. The girl gave me a sour strap. It was yum. Anyway I don't really wanna talk about the drive because I pretty much just wanted it over and done with. Some parts annoyed me. Like, when I was in the front seat, and the girl was driving, I asked if I could put a song on with the ipod but the driver guy that owned the ipod was sitting in the back and he'd just be like 'yeah, pass it here and I'll pick a song' and it was really awkward at one point because the girl said 'yeah when we get to Sydney we shouldn't all just leave each other straight away we should stay with each other and have a few drinks' and it all went silent it was weird.
We stopped in a town for dinner. And we had made numerous stops before that for food, and I was trying to be as discreet as I could by not buying food because I didn't want them to figure out I had no money and then think that I was just gonna do a runner or something when we got to Sydney. I wasn't. I swear. So anyway we stopped for dinner and I really wanted to get the guy driving on his own so I could just explain my situation and that I was happy to put money in his account or whatever. So I got him alone, and I told him the story, and I did numerous sexual favours for him to make up for it. It couldn't have worked out better.
Anyway that's not true, I got him alone and I explained everything and to my surprise he was completely cool with it. I was so happy. That was while we were sitting in his car then I got out straight after that and walked to the ATM machine and what do you know. My money was there. What are the chances. Then I turned around and said to him yayyyyyyyyyyyy!!. So that gay shit was over and I was free.
tbc
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