October 21st, 1990
Flight from MEL – ADL – MEL
I was still awake, reading, when I heard rustling outside the door, so I jumped out of bed and peered through the peephole to see Andy slipping a note under the door.
“Shit!” He yelled, as I swung the door open.
“Sorry,” I uttered, trying not to laugh at his shocked expression, as he clutched his chest. “You almost gave me a bloody heart attack!”
“I’m so sorry, come on in. And thanks for this,” I said, picking up the note.
Over tea and toast, Andy filled me in on what I’d missed, which amounted to nothing.
“Sounds like we’d have been better off swinging with the oldies in the ballroom.”
“Yeah, probably,” he smiled.
I knew simply from being Carl’s brother that Andy must be some sort of a decent guy but prior to this trip I had the impression he was full of himself, glimmers of which I’ve witnessed but overall, he’s been great company and I’ve really enjoyed getting to know him better.
“I’m soooo not in the mood for the Adelaide shuttle,” I whined, draining the last of the tea from the pot.
“It’s only an hour each way. It’ll be over before we know it.”
“How long will be on the ground?”
“Turnaround time is three hours.”
“How on earth do you know all this?”
“I read the roster,” he said, with a wink. “And just so you know, you’re not getting out of going out tonight.”
“Listen, if Fatal Attraction is on again, I’m staying in!”
“Is that the one where she boils the bunny?”
I nodded. “Yeah, poor little bunny. What a scene.”
The shuttle wasn’t so bad and we were back early enough for some downtime before meeting up for dinner so I got comfy on the bed and turned on the tv. “The Accidental Tourist,” was about halfway through so I drooled over William Hurt before dragging myself into the shower.
Sunday nightlife in Melbourne proved nothing to write home about.