March 23rd, 1991
Hilton Hotel, Melbourne, Australia
Saturday night in Melbourne started with a scrumptious crew dinner that swiftly erased any memory of tedious swims (all two of them!) and dull, limp salads.
On the walk back to the hotel, Andy and I sang songs from Mary Poppins (he insisted on being Julie Andrews) and talked about all sorts.
“Ooooh, look, look,” he cooed, pointing to the shuttle bus pulling up outside the entrance to the hotel. “I wonder if we’ll know anybody.”
“You will,” I laughed. “You know everybody.”
“Let’s sit here and watch them go in.”
I sat next to him on the bench, feeling the first of the Autumn chill. “Do you think they’ll see us?”
“Nah, they’ll be too knackered to be paying attention.”
First off the bus was a woman I’ve flown with, whose name escaped me.
“Shelia”, Andy said. “Lovely old bird. She’s been flying since its discovery, oh and here come the glamour girls, aw bless, look at them, teetering on them heels. Bet their feet are killin ‘em.”
I stifled a giggle, followed by, “Shit!”
“You know him?”
“Oh yes, quite well actually.”
“Tut, tut, tut,” Andy clucked, teasingly. “What’s his name?”
“Don’t know ‘im but he’s nice looking. You want to go and say hello to him?”
He gave me a questioning look. “You sure?”
“There’s a story there, I know it.”
“There’s always a story. The fact is, I’m just not in the mood for pleasantries, you know?”
“Ooooh, get you, being all ballsy,” he chuckled, pressing his shoulder against mine. “I know those two,” he said, motioning to two handsome looking men.
“Not in the mood either.”
I laughed. “So, I guess we’ll stay here ‘til they check in.”
“Definitely. And then I think it’s time for a night cap? Yeah?”
I nodded in agreement. “What goes with nightcap?”
He licked his lips lasciviously, making me laugh, then breathed, “Chocolate mousse!”