Graeme Goes Bush

It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m at work. The last week or so has been a blur. As it was a week dominated by work, I’m struggling to remember much of what happened, aside from work.

As for my social life? The highlight, I guess, was going to the Central Coast last night for the monthly dance put on by “Coastal Connections” at the Wyong Tennis Club. It was a last minute decision to go. I was sitting at home watching the new ABBA DVD, and was reminded of a quote from “Muriel’s Wedding”. When I lived in Porpoise Spit, I used to sit in my room for hours and listen to Abba songs. But since I’ve met you and moved to Sydney, I haven’t listened to one Abba song. That’s because my life is as good as an Abba song. It’s as good as Dancing Queen. It was the sudden realisation that I live in Sydney, my life is pretty good, and that I should not spend a Saturday night alone at home watching “The Bill”, that made me decide it was time for an adventure. So, I called Graeme, asked if he wanted to go and we caught the 5.17 from Central Station.

As inviting as the nearby caravan park looked, Graeme had booked accommodation at the Central Coast Motel, just down the road from the Wyong Tennis Club, where the dance was to be held. We were told it was about 800m from Wyong Railway Station so we thought it would be okay to walk. It wasn’t. It was quite a long 800m through parkland. nyhow that was okay. We booked in, watched a little of “Perfect Match” and then, thanks to the Wyong Tennis Club Courtesy Bus made our way to the dance.

We realised almost straight away that we had arrived far too early. There were still traces of the so-called normal tennis club crowd enjoying their roast dinner and poker machine activities. We sensed straight away the guy on the door wasn’t too happy about the two crowds mixing, so he made a big point of us having to be signed in by a member. After fifteen minutes or so a couple of lovely ladies arrived. We explained the situation. They signed us in. And so there we were… we played Keno, we drank beer, we chatted and waited… and waited…and waited. And then finally some other people arrived.

Overall it was a good fun night and we spoke to quite a few locals. Some of them were quite lovely. Others were quite insane. Some of the boys were cute, the music was mostly Top 40 style pop, which went down a treat – they played “Crying At The Discotheque” and the beers were cheap. What more could you want?

Graeme has a different “take” on things. Unpublishable, really!!!