This is week 3 of Sonya’s challenge to spend the next 8 weeks hitting a bar on her own, something she’s never done before because she’s always been afraid of what people think of her. The style of these pieces is very personal, basically like a personal email to me….complete with some good old, heavy Australian slang…so it’s a travel, cultural and lifestyle piece of sorts. Read here for the introduction. Please comment below…your thoughts are encouraging.
Guday from the Gatta (editor note: short for Coolangatta) lovely Lyn,
Yep I’m here on the sunny Gold Coast. Hasn’t been anything but rainy since I got here but there is water which I can swim in and be mesmerized by, so I have nothing to complain about.
Before I launch into last nights One Bar Stool Thanks I just want to ask “what am I”. Am I One Bar Stool Thanks (OBST) or Bar Stool For One Thanks (BSFOT)????
The reasons I ask is there is a difference (in my ever busy questioning and completely insecure head). BSFOT is publically saying I am going to sit on my own – all on my own with no one joining me but OBST sounds like I am happily asking for just one bar stool but someone might join me later and sit on my lap – maybe, its possible, potentially. Does that make sense??? It’s like going into a cafe and the lovely waitress asking ‘is it just you today?” – I always want to answer “not by choice love so I can do without you rubbing it in”. Can we be OBST????
*Note from Lyn: Yes, love, the name can be changed…you can call it anything you want. See name above.
So this is how much this plan has got under my skin. I’m up on the Gold Coast for 2 days of work but decided to stay an extra night so I could make the most of my OBST / BSFOT. I definitely know this is cheating – it’s easier for me being away from home by the water. However I do know before this challenge, I still wouldn’t have had a drink on my own. Semi cheating but still progress.
I head to the Coolangatta RSL and choose the best seat in the house – right on the balcony over looking the surf break at dusk. Could it get better then this? Honestly it can’t right now!!!!
Gold FM is playing, I order a Wild Oasts Pinto Grigio, buy a $1 bar raffle ticket and spend the first 25 mins watching the surfers paddle in for home, catching those last waves in – black silhouettes all peacefully bobbing in the water. (Not sure they got the memo that’s sharks are hungry at Dusk but then again these are the hard core local surfer variety – not your peace and love namaste hippy surfers). There are people running on the board walk, grommets still in their wet suits skate boarding (presumably waiting for dad to come in from a surf) and a small girl (about 8 years old) just playing on the beach by herself (hmm, I’m not sure about this but I kept an eye out for her) So peaceful, and it reconfirms to me that I have to live by the water. It makes me feel so content and at ease. I am such a water baby.
So anyway I am distracted by all the beauty.
Today Kath (ace chick I work with) were at the airport waiting for her flight home. We sat outside for a quick vino to recap on the last 2 days of work and we noticed this chick sitting at the next table. She was all legs, had on the tightest dress ever, puppies (aka boobs) popping out to say hi to all passers by and long brown hair flicked to one side. Honestly, either trash / trannie or South American exotic hottie. You know the type (by the way I’m not judging – I’m trying to paint a non-judgmental picture). There she was on her own having a beer (a schooner mind you not just a glass) and Kath and I immediately said “you go girl” to each other. I then told Kath about my OBST challenge and how my fears of people’s judgments bought this challenge on AND my absolute surprise and excitement that both our immediate response was how great / brave we thought this chick was sitting there having a beer on her own.
Is this how you would define “you go girl”? Progress Lyn, progress already!
It was short lived when, 5 mins later an older, short panted man, ‘Harry high pants‘ guy walked up, squeezed her butt, sculled her beer and then pashed her. They then walked off giggling – with her hot legs and South American accent.
I really enjoyed sitting there and just letting thoughts come in and out of my head – the thoughts were mostly around hot surfers, moving up here, my work (tried to minimize these thoughts) my run tomorrow morning and this challenge. I was ready to chat to people though, anyone really but no one was close enough to strike up a conversation without looking like a weirdo as i would have to walk over to their table and ask to join them. Not even a waitress / waiter (it was a line up to get a drink or order food kinda scenario). Shame I was ready to chat and I was writing less. I’m getting the hang of this – writing less, sculling less, paying more attention to what’s around me and open to chat.
3 OBST down and ready to chat.
By the way the 8 year old girl playing on the beach at dusk was finally joined by her mum, dad and brother (maybe 12) who were 3 of those black silhouettes paddling in from a surf. It was really cool, actually, to see as they then came under the balcony and said hi to the table sitting next to me. Obviously there were a few people keeping their eye on the girl – how great to see old style community trust and everyone watching out for each other without fear or paranoia.
You should move here love, this place is heaven.
Gotta fly. Lufffffff you XXXXX