2000-10-02
Dear Diary:

����The alarm went off at 4:30 in the morning yesterday and Paul didn't even wake up when he turned it off, just smacked it in his sleep.

����I slipped out of bed, wrapped myself in the wooly comfort of an afghan and headed over to turn on the TV, followed by my two cats. They had such a muzzy cuteness about them as they tried to blink the sleep out of their eyes and suss out what sort of silliness I was up to at such an insane hour.

����So the three of us snuggled on the couch and watched the Olympic closing ceremonies as they were actually happening, which is a fine bit of stupidity considering that they would be taped and rebroadcast at a much more suitable hour. But you know, I wanted to be there, I wanted to watch it unfold.

����It was a hilarious mix of glitz (omigawd, I will NEVER forget seeing drag queens driving around in motorized high heels), Aussie in-jokes, and best of all joy. I can't remember ever seeing such a huge crowd of people just flat out enjoying themselves so much.

����And when Slim Dusty strolled up with his acoustic guitar and sang "Waltzing Matilda" � look, I must have gotten something in my eye because I'm not the kind of sentimental person who cries at the drop of a hat.

����There is one thing I WILL admit though, and it's that I've been seduced. I now have the hots for Australia. Going there has been added to my list of "things I GOTTA do before I croak." Too bad I would have to sell Jess into white slavery to underwrite the trip. Any chance that we could drag the Land Down Under a little closer to Canada? Huh?

����In the meantime, what I want to know is why certain Aussie Aussie Aussie oi oi oi Diarylanders .:cough:. the one, the only Loneranger, Lucretia, Mangoes, Blueshoe, Chockie, and Andiegrrl .:cough:. have been holding out on me.

���� I have to watch the Olympic closing ceremonies to find out about Bananas in Pajamas?

����Ladies, you HAVE to stop keeping all the good stuff to yourselves, eh.

--Marn

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