| Nov. 8th, 2005 @ 10:05 am Even the best laid plans... |
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I feel...:  amused
One word that some people have used to describe me in the past is 'organised'. Thats usually until they get to know me. I suppose elements of the term organisation could be applied to me. I certainly like to plan, I like to have control, I like to understand whats going on around me. How is it then that I managed to create such mass confusion and hijinks on the weekend?
It all started with a seemingly innocent email to a small group of friends I know would have been interested in a bit of a weekend camping getaway. The plan was to tent camp at the Royal National Park's Bonnie Vale Campsite. The event was a mini-birthday celebration and an excuse for a getaway.
The way the day rolled out however... well...
I finished work in the morning and came home to the hedge to find that rather_hazy was out. I rang her and she assured me she'd be home within 20mins so we could go and get food for the weekend. She suggested I check what ezz was up to. So I rang Ezz and arranged to meet her at her house before heading to coles to buy food. When rather_hazy got home we worked out we'd need to take seperate cars and I would go to my folks house first to get the bbq and chairs etc. Then I would collect Ezz and we would meet rather_hazy at Coles.
So I went to my folks, and my little bro helped me to get all the bits and pieces I needed. Then I went to ezz's place. As we walked to the car, ezz mentioned that she had some cash inside and would prefer to use cash rather than use her credit card. "No worries," I said, "i have heaps of cash in my wallet."
We reached coles and I realised that I had left both my wallet and my phone at the hedge. So I borrowed ezz's phone to call rather_hazy and ask her to bring my phone and wallet with her. Alas, she was already at her folks place and about to leave to come and meet us at Coles. "I'll be there in 10mins" she said. So we went in and began to collect food, planning to use rather_hazy's money so as to avoid using ezz's credit card. Somewhere in our travels around the wonderful establishment known as Coles we forgot that we were meeting rather_hazy, and had our groceries processed and paid for on ezz's credit card. We exited Coles and ezz decided to ring rather_hazy to tell her not to bother coming to buy things as we had already finished. Rather_hazy however, was already in Coles, so we walked back in to find her.
She had other things to buy so we said we would meet her outside in liquorland. After alchomaholic purchases were made (again on the credit card), we split up. Ezz went with rather_hazy to ezz's place to finish the cake, while I went home to the hedge to get my clothes out of the dryer. It occurred to me on the way home that I might not have enough fuel to make it all the way to the petrol station. Sure enough my car stopped 6 houses down from the hedge. I walked home and called rache (out of a fear of mortal embarrassment at the thought of calling soph and ezz who have both bailed me out of similar situations more than once). She said she'd come and rescue me in a little while. So I began packing, and rang my friend Kathryn to see if she was still going to meet us for dinner. Whilst talking to Kathryn on the phone, I made a surprising discovery. I found the keycard and flybuys cards that have been missing for four weeks - in the dryer. Needless to say, Kathryn found that pretty amusing.
The next phonecall I had was rather_hazy and ezz saying they were ready to go. I had to swallow my pride and admit I was stuck until further notice. They decided in their graciousness to come and resuce me since they were closer than rache anyway. So rather_hazy arrived to help me carry everything down the street to the car while ezz went and got a gerry can of fuel.
Petrol problems fixed, we headed off to the Natio. At the top gate however, our paitence was tested yet again. The Bonnie Vale site was full. Due to my lack of booking a campsite, we were now to put it politely, screwed.
I had no credit on my phone and rather_hazy was using what little battery power she had left to communicate our latest hiccup with the nothern contingent, who were travelling down to join us. So I contacted rache on ezz's phone to ask her to ring bulli campsite (did you know that you can't call 12456 anymore? it tells you to call 124yes - which you do and then recieve a message saying you are not authorised to make calls to that number), further south and see if they had space. She rang back to say that Bulli was full and Corrimal, the next one south, had space. By then we decided it was all to difficult and the northern contingent already had come far enough south, so we decided to give up and head back to the Hedge. We pitched our tents in the backyard, and went to put up the bbq, only to discover that my bro hadn't given me the legs to keep said bbq off the floor. Luckily we were close enough now that he was only too happy to drop round and bring the legs.
In the end, we actually had a pretty great night. It was definately the most memorable party I've ever had.
I'm kind of liking this no planning thing.... |
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