Just your classic wet hot Australian summer over here at Noosa’s #1 party bar. Where wet T-shirt comps, ladyboy shows and top 40 tracks are alive and kicking.
A morphed reality, if you will. Where time seems to spin circles on itself. And I, The ever frothing always sassy bar keep. Ahhhh the aroma of alcohol, sweat and poor decisions.
It’s all fun and games until someone plays the bongos at 1:30am.
Another Friday night staff party for the books. Theme: gender bender / Complimentary drink: Gossips, white wine (wowzaaa) / Camera Roll : blurry pricelessness
Nasty blurs aside, I care for this place and all its antics. I’ve fallen in deep with a dysfunctional friend family. What does any of this really mean? Only enjoy. Just fucking enjoy your life. There are no promises. No obligations. Only participation. Anddd the best thing about participation, you can choose how much you give. So why not loosen the noose around your neck and give in to the art of absolutely nothing. Meaninglessness is essential. Nothing can mean everything and everything can mean nothing.
Who gives a shit how much money you have, what kind of job you do or who you spend your time with. As long as your participating in your own life and content with your choices. Fuck it. Do it. Love it. And then do something else.
I’ve spent too much time worrying about myself. Worrying I’m not making the “right” choices. Sending my mind into the future only to miss out on what’s right in front of me. However will I experience what is to unfold if I keep looking into ‘what’s gunna happen next’?
So I say, fuck it, work at the party bar. Write strange stories. Sing silly songs. Play off key guitar. I don’t give a shit anymore. Hiding behind my fears of how other people will feel is wasteful. Wasteful of my youth.