24 Hours Ago...

We woke up and sat on the balcony with coffee and cigarettes...
I read a chapter of Orwell's 1984, yes, I'm finally reading it to all those who support the "Oh my god!... haven't you read that yet?" method of self grandeur.

I then took to my white DC's with a soft bristle toothbrush whilst Miss X helped our 2 hosts, Ginger and Persia, polish their already spotless apartment... in anticipation of Ginger's long time friend who was destined to arrive later that evening to stay for a couple days. An unexpected visit...

Aparently, the glowing condition of my kicks inspired our hosts to have me clean a couple pairs of their shoes too.

So an hour and a half & one frayed toothbrush later, Miss X and I caught the bus into the city to see what the fuss is about.

A tour that revolved around finding somewhere that sells Vietnamese rolls and somewhere to have a beer... I learnt two things...
1) The monorail isn't designed for those of us who aren't fond of heights
2) THe only people in Sydney that have a good sense of fashion are the tourists

We arrived back at the apartment and to the news that our stay had to be cut short on account of there being a lack of room to accomodate the new guest.
Despite our gratitude for their generosity and the fact that our hosts were under to obligation to house us... we'd planned the coming week under the pretense that we'd have a roof until Thursday, as promised.

However, now, with less less than 24 hours to vacate and no more than a hundred dollars between us... I couldn't help but think to myself "Well that leaves us in a shit position."
Ginger left Miss X and myself to work out what we were going to do while he went to meet his companion at the airport.

To the pub for a schooner and a steak, we headed. Did anyone say $7 steak?
It's a deal. It's a steal. It's sale of the fuckin' century!

12am. Myself, Miss X, Ginger, Persia and their friend were all quite drunk... shouting over eachothers voices and the music.
My head still slightly fuzzy from the Ammol, I turned to Ginger and slurred... "At least the coppers in Melbourne give you until 3am before they fuck your night up."
Apparently we'd disturbed more than a few neighbours.

In a brief moment of clarity I remembered that within a few hours we'd be without a bed or the necessary funds to afford a motel room.
A quick trip to the toilet. I returned to our new friends with $150 of their dollars in my pocket. Enough to get us a cheap room for a couple nights... Fuck 'em.

I knew the missing cash wouldn't go unnoticed. None-the-less I'd hoped we could've been out of there when they were to discover their wallets were light...

Not so lucky unfortunately.

And after roughly an hour of the usual "Where the fuck is my money" confrontation, and a performance by Miss X worthy of the Oscar for best supporting female actress... we decided it'd be best to take off.

Before leaving I pocketed another 50 from out hosts friends purse... the bitch should've just kept her mouth shut rather than suggesting that we'd over stayed our welcome.

So I packed the car and we left with no particular destination.
Besides running up the rear of a ute when parking, Miss X did incredibly well keeping the car on the road considering the condition she was in.

We attempted to sleep in the car until check in... then we booked a room for two nights, where I'm now writing this.

We're almost out of money again, which may lead to yet another desperate move to ensure us a couple more days of security.

But we'll see what happens...