Whoa, its all becoming real now.

We had a party paid for by work for myself, George, Zara and two other people. The next night was Georgies official leaving party, which was a fantastic night out, started off with a dinner at Georgies then headed out to town. Man that was a huge weekend. Sunday was the pits.

This weekend was Zaras leaving thing. We started off at Big Thumb for tea then Zara had hired out the top floor of Electric Ave. Georgie left at 6am that morning. As I was hugging her we looked each other in the eye and sorta just stood there in shock. I’m betting she was thinking omgI’mleavinginafewhourstomovetotheothersideoftheplanet. I was thinking omgshesleavinginafewhourstomovetotheothersideoftheplanetandI’mnext.

“Here”, I said sadly. “Take this 10pounds and buy yourself something nice at the airport.”
George looked at the note. “Where did you get this?”
“It was in my bra”
“How did you get 10pounds in your bra?!”
“I’m not sure”, I told her. “Spend it wisely! It is my gift from me to you”.
“Yes..but, ok I will, but how did it get in your BRA?”

I’ve remembered now, Zara put it in there. Where did Zara get it from? No freaking idea.

I got a text a bit later while she was on her first stopover in Brisbane. “We should of traveled together”, she said. “I’m sick of being nigel-no-mates”. Yeap. I agree.

2 weeks and I’m outta here. Eeeeek.

Go buy my stuff