What an insane family I belong to. I’m sure most of Caloundra realises it as well. Not only do we make a ridiculous amount of noise but certain members can disappear at any time and have to be hunted down.
Who would have thought that Mum’s place could hold such hordes. At it’s most crowded there was Uncle Les, Julie, Uncle Ronnie, Debra, Uncle Buster, Loris, Denise, Kelly, Jaxon, Gail, Glenn, Aunty Mollie, Linda, Phil, Mum, me…there would have been more but the youngsters wanted a bit of peace and quiet and went to Tracey’s place.
The day started off calm enough. My usual latte and wander down to the boardwalk at silly o’clock. Mum and I did some essential shopping and an attempt to check me in to the Oasis (I forgot my passport and credit card so they wouldn’t let me have my room) before the first arrivals. And what started as a trickle soon became a flood of conversation, laughter and beer.
I managed to duck out for a while when I went down to the Oasis with the requisite documentation to prove I am who I am. Unfortunately, I wore thongs and a couple of rather nasty blisters decided to take up residence on my toes. It didn’t help being 45 degrees and bright sunshine*.
The blisters were clearly missing their relatives because they were invited around to the celebration between my toes later when I went searching for Uncle Les.
Incidentally, I didn’t find Uncle Les. Uncle Buster did. I went down to the Twilight Market, searching the thousands of eager faces for my manic uncle and then wandered up to Happy Valley with an equal lack of success. Uncle Buster, on the other hand, just went to the closest pub and there he was.
The story was that when a small group of us went to the Bottle Shop, Uncle Les thought we were going to the pub. As we entered the shop, he walked passed and just kept going. He wound up in the Bottlo Pub (at least that’s what he called it). He wondered why we were so worried because he’d only been gone ten minutes. This is Uncle Les time and is actually closer to three hours. Even in Queensland.
Anyway, there was a lot of very serious discussion about pork, bacon, chicken and cheese, accompanied by a few small beers each. Except for Glenn who was really knocking them back*.
To be honest, it was a fantastic night full of jolly chuckles and even a quick rendition of Underneath the Arches. We were so loud I reckon dad probably heard us all.
* This might be an exaggeration.
Gary that was wonderful! I am sure you guys are having a fun time and I wish I was there with you all! I just got off the phone chatting to your Mum and also Uncle Les – so it cheered me up immensley! Keep up your blogging as nothing more terrific as family get togethers – especially our crazy Family!! Love to you and to all – from your Aunty Jan Jan xxxx
Yes it was wonderful, I don’t know if you are suppose to have a wonderful time at a Wake but that is what Fred would have wanted us to do, now I am sitting here all on my own again, Gary has gone to the beach with Ronnie and family for breakfast while I saw Mollie Gail and Glen off in Denise’s car to the airport. My family as Gary said are a noise crazy but lovely one and I love all of them very much and going to miss them thank goodness I have Gary for another couple of weeks.
love mum x
Yeah, Josie I was sitting here thinking to myself – thank goodness Gary is still with you for a couple if weeks as it would have been harder if he was gone too!!! Love the photo and sad me and my family was not there physically to be with you! I have been partying here! Enjoy Gary as I know you will! Love to you and Gazza love your sister Janet & Aunty Jan xx
Why do you have so many blisters? Sounds painful. Only maybe you don’t notice as you also sound drunk…