January 5

January 5: family goes home. My ticket says I do too. I disagree with ticket. This is the second day of sunshine in my 3.5 weeks down under. Not right. I’m staying. I am staying until I get my sunshine quotient. Note, my luggage is still “lost”… 4 weeks now. I wander the city, happily aimlessly. I check into my new hotel. Uh oh, the stalker from the ship walks in. Oh my god he found me. I’m checking in. He knows I’m here. Screwed. Ahhh. My friendly cold personality gets the message through. He leaves. Never to be heard from again. Unless of course I run into him in Tahiti. Where he lives.

The posters say Monday night rocks at the Scubar. I happen to be staying one block away. Check it out. Wow, Aussies are ridiculously hot. THIS is a Monday night??? Bouncer at the door, yah, he’s from Sunnyvale, California. Why not? Guys inside, yah, they think I’m 23. I’ll take it. Music is good. But I sneak out. I’m hella old.

But these people are so nice. Great eye candy too. They’re super nice. So refreshing after serving in New York.