Molly Contogeorge
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9/1/2010 12:38:40 AM
The "Sometimes" tour (Part 1)
Part 1: Canberra vs Cooma
At 9pm on Friday the 9th of July, I had a feeling, nay, a premonition that Saturday was going to be . . . fabulous!
The day started out just like any other. I woke up at 5am. I dragged a brush through my hair and whipped up an amazing breakfast. Then, I skipped merrily to the car (which had magically packed itself) and headed out on to the road!
Atleast, that's what I would've liked to have happened. . .
In reality, the day did indeed start out just like any other. I slept right through my alarm, waking only because at some point during the night I'd managed to tangle my own hand in my hair. So, once I'd finally oriented myself and successfully removed hand from hair, I had just enough time to dunk a ginger nut into a cold cup of tea...
Now, I know what you're thinking - you're thinking that my premonition had well and truly failed me. But, nevertheless, we did hit the road at a decent hour (in our heavily laden car) and after that first cup of coffee, we were right as rain.
That night I played my first official sideshow @ The Front gallery in Lyneham, Canberra. Lyneham is kind of Canberra's answer to Grenwich village, so I absolutely loved performing there and the reception was brilliant. Thanks to Canberra I've already been cleared out of all of my merchandise! So unfortunately for Cooma, all I had left were a few special edition CD's.
The drive to Cooma was lovely. It was a disgustingly grey and overcast day, but for some reason that kind of weather lends itself well to Cooma. Along the way we stopped at a little place called Bredbo, yes, Bredbo. Home to a fantastic little Pancake house & Crepery. The Crepes were so good I felt like I was in Paris, however, I wasn't in Paris... I was in Bredbo...
I played my next sideshow @ The Royal, which is the oldest hotel in Cooma. The minute I arrived I could tell that my crowd was going to be extremely misbehaved and rowdy. So all in all, things were looking good. I was set up in front of a roaring fire, which does paint a lovely picture ... except that my pants almost caught fire. Admittedly, that was a bit of a disaster, but as Louie (a local) so eloquently put it, "Whaddya need pants for anyway darl!"
Next town on the tour schedule was Wagga wagga. Sadly, we never made it to Wagga because the car broke down. But to our rescue came an extremely happy tow truck driver by the name of Gary. Gary towed us all the way back to Sydney. Gary talked the whole way home. It took 5 hours. Sigh.
Thankfully, we're back on track and headed for Wagga tomorrow.
Throughout the week I'll attempt to update you with more adventures from Wagga, Shepparton, Melbourne, Thornbury and Ballarat. I'll be documenting the "Sometimes" tour, so if you'd like to see me doing something in particular (within reason...) feel free to message me with your request and I'll do my best to get it done!
Well, till we meet again, I shall leave you with my quote of the week.
"Yes, trucks are involved in a lot of accidents and yes, trucks are responsible for a lot of tragic deaths, but, y'know... trucks are big!" - Gary the Tow truck man.
Molly Contogeorge
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