So lets go back to a week ago. It was Wednesday in Cairns. Sunny.... warm... perfect!
Summer kindly got out of bed that day and decided to greet us congenially at Carins airport. We waiting in line at the Europcar desk, wondering what kind of sweet ride we would get for the Queensland leg of the tour and upon finding the car in the sea of hire vehicles, it could not have been a more perfect automobile.
We were allocated an electric blue, XR6 Ford Falcon with all the bells and whistles and a sweet spoiler to boot. We then proceeded to spend 15 mins draped over the car in every bikini model pose possible and realised that I had missed my calling as a car model. This role came incredibly naturally to me, oh how I worked it, pose after pose on every part of the car, Seja and Renae my unfailing Art Directors, encouraging me at every available moment to get sexier and sexier. It's surprising they didn't convince me to actually get into my bikini.
Sweet ride maaaate
After 20 mins of this we decided to find the hotel and discovered that it had a pool with a cocktail bar beside it. What's more, it was happy hour and they were serving the best "Cairns Sunrises" money could buy. Understandably, we had deposited ourselves in the pool, cocktail-in-hand before you could utter the words, 'Tropical Paradise'. At 5pm, sun-struck and giddy, we stumbled our way up to the Cairns Civic Centre for the show.
Summer decided to take a sickie the next day. We drove to Townsville in rain that could only be described as biblical. It was me who had drawn the driving straw that day and it is sufficient to say that it was quite a stressful few hours. Seja was employed as front passenger with the noble duty of trying to entertain me during the drive and I boundlessly ignored her with a deep and all-consuming look of concentration. My efforts worked and we found ourselves safe and just outside of Townsville eating sundaes and the Frosty Mango. Mmmmmmm, suuuuuundaaaaes.
Mackay was fun. Little did we know that we would be met with a hallway full of trolls when going back to our dressing room after the show (Rock Eisteddfod was on in the adjoining auditorium). I couldn't resist taking a happy snap of the little buggers. I don't think their teacher appeciated me turning up with my camera and telling them to "do something silly" though, as she was trying (in vain) to calm them all down before their performance.
Trolls
Rocky came next where my mother was proudly waving the welcome flag. We arrived and sat down with Mum in the kitchen, where she proceded to tell Seja and Renae all about 'Kate' (including the fact that the last time I had performed at the Pilbeam it was as the Tinman in my high school production of The Wiz). The best part though, was when she pulled out a clipping from that weeks local paper. It was a front pager, with a large picture of Sarah Blasko's face and the appropriate title of "KATE BEEFS UP CENTRAL QLD TALENT", there was barely even a reference to Sarah in the article, it was all about me (which I am certain made my Mother very happy indeed). It was lucky that we had a night off and an intimate crew dinner that evening so Seja and Renae could quikly on-tell all of my Mum's stories and have a good old chuckle about the "Kate" article with the Blasko troupe. I. Was. Mortified.
Show in Rocky went well the next night. Sarah dedicated their set to me and thanked me for allowing them to perform in my town. Everybody's a comedian ay.
Bundaberg and Nambour were next. Great shows. We are really getting into the swing of things now and I have to say that I was feeling a little sad to come home after the Nambour installment. I could really get used to this nomadic kind of lifestyle. Everywhere feels like home to me and I am adapting so easily to each new place. Blasko band and crew are amazing and everyone is starting to get along really well. Lots of laughs and backstage shenannigans. I assume this will only become more entertaining as we sail on.
Sarah's bass player Dave, having a little snooze mid show
Rumbos in Bundy!
On a side note, I must mention that in Bundaberg I tried to track down my first love, Dean. This was somewhat fueled by Renae and Seja (as we were talking about our first loves over cocktails in the pool in Carins and I had mentioned mine was from Bundaberg). It had been an awkward and unusual break-up more than 12 years ago, he was going through a rough time and long-story-short, we had a fight over the phone, I hung up, said to myself 'he can call me back' and he never did. Me being subborn as an ox, never called him back either. And that was the last time I spoke to him.
Anyhow, when the girls heard this story they insisted on us looking him up, and low and behold, it seemed that he was playing a gig at the local club on the day that we were in town. After an anxiety fueled and nothing but torturous lead up to us arriving at the club, I walked in and found out that there was a mistake in their gig guide and 'no Dean today'. This is crazy in hindsight, but I then wrote him a letter for them to give to him next time he was at the club. OH GODD WHAT AM I DOING???? I gave him my contact details and suggested that he get in contact if he wants to. Watch this space people.
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