Luke, I am your father

Luke...that is his name. My faithful, loyal coffee guy.  He was chatting me up about my crappy license picture (NY nonetheless)  that has my dream catcher enormous green earing full frontal next to my fat face.  He was  laughing at me to my face that I had to ask him his name.  He said, "Alfonso".  I thought to myself, I love this fact, naturally his name is Alfonso.  Go figure I find the EYEtalian coffee man in all of Australia.  I cannot even make this up.  My reply, "Of course you are Alfonso...that is exactly what I was thinking.  Can you make my flat white a strongy?"  He said in an Australian accent, "Please don't call me Alfonso.  It's Luke."  Simone introduced herself and he asked her if she was American.  She said, "No...Australian."  He laughed and then said that his brother was named Simon so he would remember her. I thought he said that his SON was named Simon but found out that it was his brother.  He was far too young to be having a little chicken running around. Poor Simone, her accent has flattened out because she is a world traveler and is a smoking hot babe dating men from across the land that Australian's cannot recognize her origin.  Luke.... what does he know? Who knew he was such a comedian.  Don't worry... my next goal is a picture.  It will come. :)

The buses have elevated seating.  Long story short... I fell out of my seat.  It takes sharp turns, it was raining, I had a ton of crap with me and I plunked onto the floor.  Fortunately I have a lot of padding protecting my skeletal structure so I was in good shape physically (in a bright red coat, black dress and stockings and BRIGHT white sneakers... I looked like a nana but didn't care) just my ego was bruised.  It felt like EVERYONE on the bus saw the shananingans (word sponsered by Simone) and asked if I was okay.  IDIOT! I am like a walking Seinfeld episode...I swear the sitcom was the prophisee of my life.  The next thing you know I will be writing you about how I asked the woman in the stall next to me to "spare a square." Heyzeus Christo!

Clothes still wet and I still cannot hear out of my right ear.  It has been raining cats and dogs but life is still grand.  I have to say that it is fascinating how much perspective one can get in 2.5 weeks.  My manager was telling me that Australia would give me "perspective."  To be honest, I initially took this cryptic notion to be negative like I was a bit of a moron but ultimately it turns out that this is the life rehab that I really did need.  The Warden sent me this great email today and there was a saying that was near and dear to me:

Be the kind of woman that when your feet hit the floor each morning the devil says "Oh Crap, She's up!"

Dance with the devil.  You can buy cool shoes.