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Wednesday, March 02, 2005

Boozing at Bojangles

I suppose it was about two years since me and two mates headed into Alice Springs, after driving our hired four wheel drive across Australia. We thought that we might be charged for a brand new truck, considering that the thing was caked in mud, and had been thrashed quite hard. After booking a hotel, we decided to head out for dinner and a drink at Bojangles Saloon. Bojangles is a theme pub of sorts, something like Chotskys, ala Office Space, only with Crocodile Crossing signs. I think they built the place to confuse the Americans into thinking they were at an Australian TGI Fridays. Onthat particular night, a few drinks turned into about 20, and we were suddenly hanging out with the bar staff. One of the regulars was an 18 year old English girl who was about 5 foot 2, and a little spitfire. She had this very strong Northern accent, and was one of those old souls that you meet when travelling about. We exchanged numbers, and me and the boys moved on to the backpackers for some more drinks, where I ended up smooching some Irish girl, while being chastised on my technique from afar.

A few weeks later, I got a call from Fi, the English girl. She was coming through Sydney, and wanted to know if she could stay at my place in Bondi. I said sure, picked her up at the train station, and we ended up having a hilarious week. I brought her to the annual rugby ball, in Goulburn, where we introduced ourselves as porn star, and porn producer husband. She continuously flashed the boys in Flamingos Nightclub, and wowed them into a stupor, causing them to buy us drinks. The next year, at Christmas, I headed off to Paris, London, and a bit of a side trip to Huddersfield, to hang with Fi. It was a crazy time, we spent most of it taking videos of each other in shopping malls.

If, for some reason, I decide that ladies my own age are no longer an option, and Fi wants a sugar daddy, we'll probably have the ceremony at Bojangles, since it has such a place in our hearts. So, imagine my surprise when I found out that Bojangles is throwing a "all-singing, all-dancing, all-Aussie" buck's night to celebrate the Prince's wedding to Camilla Parker Bowles. Will Bojangles go down in history as the site of Charles' final night of debauchery? Will Charles be confused that John Trazona, a local accountant, is dressing up as his mother? Will the Prince outdo his son, Harry, who has a reputation for closing down Australian drinking establishments? Will Charles simply stay in his hotel, and avoid the whole thing in order to give Camilla one of his infamous phone calls? Who knows, at least the peanut shells will soak up some of the revelry.
... Seppo 3:37 pm...