How to explain my nervous excitement?Like I was going on a blind date. With all the fear of being judged and being found wanting.
I was off to meet a fellow blogger IRL!
Fiona from Declutterer is holidaying in the Gold Coast. And I was flying into the GC airport on my way to visit family. Dare I? Dare we?
Well, we hit it off. And I could have stayed for hours more. But I fear Dar, we would have consumed much alcohol. Indeed we did talk about your latest post, Dar. And our conflicted emotions about our alcohol consumption. Our resolution? Blow it! Open the bottle.
Then we went for a walk along the beach. Fiona is staying right on the beach! Right on it! Oh the view!
Our anonymity has to be maintained. Work. But especially small world and less than 6 degrees of separation.
I do find it funny how people make assumptions, though. Fiona offered me parking in the underground parking in the complex in which she is staying. I declined. She thought it was self-protection – as in not going into a locked area with a “stranger”. No, it was that the car hire place had upgraded me from the smallest car I booked to the largest 4WD available. I was worried I couldn’t park it in an unknown car park.
Upshot. A parking fine! Fuck it. I’ve never had a parking fine before.
Visitors to the GC beware. They don’t have signs but use painted lines on the road. Don’t think it has anything to with visual pollution; there are advertising hordings and road work signs everywhere. I think it is another way to claw money from unsuspecting southerners.
Oh well! I’ll consider it a tax revenue for beach maintenance. I don’t mind paying tax. It’s breaking the law and paying something through stupidity I hate.
And how sweet is Fiona? She offered to pay half. My mistake, my fine.
I will just have to get down to Melbourne one day!