Last night was the first real Sydney drama I’ve had. There have been heaps of mini-dramas like, ‘what bus do I catch?’ ‘where do I get my haircut?’ and worst of all ‘how do they get away with selling ‘vintage’ clothes for that much!?’
But last night a real drama unfolded. I went to see poor Jules and Beebs after their real-life drama, came back into the city, bought some cough medicine and jumped on the first bus I saw. Even as I was hopping on, I thought to myself, ‘I am a real pro at this whole bus thing. I rule. And my hair smells nice’. But the bus kept going. And going. And going. I let out an audible whimper that made a man hold his umbrella a bit tighter. I decided the best thing to do was to get off at the first stop.
So I did.
Then I thought, I’d retrack the bus route back to where I recognise it, and if it took too long I’d swallow my tightass pride and catch a taxi. It was taking too long, but I was walking along a freeway so I couldn’t identify any cars, let alone hail one down. It was pouring with rain, and I walked through several ankle-deep puddles. I had absolutely no idea where I was, it was dark, my mobile phone is on the blink, and I was wearing a white top that is sheer when it’s dry. So I was pretty much naked on top of being scared to death.
The worst part was walking past a huge area of thick bushland thinking about all the horrible things that could happen to me behind a bush.
I walked for about an hour until finally I saw a road sign I recognised. I got home, had a hot shower and promptly threw myself into bed.
In time for Big Brother though… how unethical is he being this year?