Outback

Tired, drunk, and beaten by Brisbane's jobless streets, we plunge into the blindness of spontaneity and hold on for dear life.

In other words, I'm going to be a barmaid in the Australian outback! Aramac, Queensland, to be exact-- a town of just over 250 people that boasts a pub and a common store and probably has more poisonous creatures than people. The real adventure, though, is that Julia and Shana aren't going with me. Julia's going to be a barmaid in Tambo, a few hours south of me, while Shana is much closer inland, in a place called Thangool. For six weeks we'll be apart- it could be awful or it could be the best time ever. Either way, it'll be an adventure. It also means that my blog will be updated more frequently, since I'll probably be bored out of my gourd.

My more intelligent readers will have done the math and realized that yes, we'll be alone for Halloween (we were going to be cutlery) and Thanksgiving. Sad. Lonely.

Obviously that's the biggest news. Julia and Shana are out partying right now, but I'm quarantined in my room, sick with the flu. I hope to be better by the time I leave for my 16-hr. Greyhound journey on Thursday.

Guess that's it for now. Julia and Shana just stopped in and give their regards. It will be exciting to reunite with them, because we'll all have saved some money and can finally do fun things-- skydiving and snorkeling first on the list. Brisbane's been great, though, and we're all kind of sad to leave our new friends (Colin's really sad we're leaving). Especially since I know that for the next six weeks, my only friends are the barflies, the snakes, and my blog.