As usual, everything was left to the last minute.
Staggering home after a full night at the Midnight Shift, I was met with an empty suitcase and a very comfortable bed. Needless to say comfy bed and boyfriend won over.
Shocked to attention, I returned to reality with the screech of my alarm. Just six hours and I would be on a plane to Dublin.
Boobs, wigs and heels were swiftly thrown into the bag as I was mentally ticking my checklist. Tickets? Passport? Spending money? Insurance papers? The checklist seemed a lot longer than when I initially formulated it.
Then, on top of the frantic packing, there were the other things ringing in my ears -” advice handed around so freely I now find I spurt it to others.
The one key piece of advice I kept harking back to came from a handful of good friends. They assured me that one on the ground is worth two in the air. I’m still trying to figure out what they were referring to -¦ but I am sure I will get it while in flight.
Hours turned into minutes and I was soon standing in the middle of a sea of Sydney Convicts at the International Terminal.
Jumping out of my skin, I gingerly fingered my Blackberry while waiting to board my plane. First trip, 50 Convicts, and my nude partner in crime, Stu, holding my hand -” what more could I ask for?
Well, just one thing actually -” your support.
The Convicts are preparing to defend their Bingham Cup title -” and we should be wishing them well. They are great ambassadors for our community, our city and our country.
Make sure you send them messages of support through the Sydney Star Observer website -” you can post comments on the forum at the end of the online versions of this column.
Oh, and I’d also be happy to take any tips from readers familiar with the London and Ireland scene. Is there anywhere I must check out?
You can keep posted on all my movements via www.ssonet.com.au.