New Years Eve and Beyond

As some of you will know, I’ve been out of action since early December with three prolapsed dics in my lower back (one of which is herniated – oddly enough Karen Miller has been suffering exactly the same thing at the same time! She has my sympathies.) It’s meant enormous pain and no mobility. I’ve been housebound waiting for it to recover and unable to write because I can’t think through the pain, handle the weight of my computer on my lap, or handle sitting for more than a few minutes at a time. It meant cancelling a family trip to Perth at the last minute. All in all, not the best time of my life.

Anyway, it’s been a little better this week by dint of many back excercises and swimming and rest. Enough so that I agreed to go to watch the GCBlaze play on NYE, down at the GC convention centre. That’s about an hour’s drive each way. Knowing my back wouldn’t handle all that sitting, I devised a crafty plan to lie in the back seat on the drive.

All was going swimmingly until, ten minutes short of our destination, the car blew up (literally – we were engulfed in smoke.) New Years Eve near Broadbeach … this is how it went. Waited an hour for the RACQ guy, who then rang the tow truck. Waited half hour for tow truck who took us to an all night servo in Miami. By this time we were late for the game but thought we’d go and try and catch a lift home with someone returning to Brisbane. Considered catching a taxi to the convention centre but couldn’t get through to the taxi number. Waited an hour for bus (several went past us already full – about 7pm at this stage).

We were surrounded by other revellers, three of whom stood out. Fourteen, dressed like a cross between Snookie and the local GC sex workers. Heels so high they literally couldn’t walk let alone negotiate curbs, not a cent between then, but a large bag filled with four bottles of booze. The thing that fascinated me was that they’ed totter off for a while then come back (clearly drinking in the shadows) and mill around us, discussing how they had no money to go anywhere. The bus finally came and I realised that they would spend their NYE at a Miami bus stop.

Anyhoo, the bus was lively and we got to the convention centre to discover barely anyone we knew there (very unusual), so no lift, we saw the last six minutes of the game and our team lost. We walked into Broadbeach, bought a kebab becuse it was the only food outlet without a thirty minute wait and hopped a cab to the Nerang train station from a taxi rank. Just missed the Brisbane train and waited an hour for the next. There was a very odd, older man hanging around the station dressed as a station guard – which he wasn’t – playing with the machines and phones. Another interesting way to pass your NYE.

The train when it came, was a like the worst of Jersey Shore meets a young Prisoner. Holy crap it was feral! Again, the overriding sense was that most of the young ones were actually going to spend NYE on a train, trash talking and drinking grog from soft drink bottles, swearing at each other. It wasn’t scary, or intimidating, more like a little shop of horrors.

Got to our interchange at 11 pm. Park Rd station was quietish but the (real) station guy told us he’d had an endless series of fights and people stealing from each other etc. He was out of his office sweeping the platform in between waves of people then would retire back to safety. We just missed our connecting train and waited another half hour – and the vending machine gobbled our money – no chocolate bar.

The final train leg home took an hour of which I stood most of it because my back had well and truly had enough.  A woman on the train gave us poppers then got off at a stop. We celebrated NY at Lota station with a girl on her way home from work. She looked up from her book and said “oops, I missed it.”

Finally, our station and a ten minute walk home under a half moon, into a cool breeze and I collapsed on the bed with chocolate and a re-run of Sabrina the teenage witch. Nick took a glass of red wine and checked his email – because that’s all you can really do after an evening like that. We’d left the car at the servo at 7pm, got home and 1pm. Jack Kerouac and Hunter S. eat your heart out!

So Happy New Year everyone! Hope yours was a little more … celebratory!

I’ve learned many things this year but mostly how to better appreciate family and friends. A special shout out to my MDP Staff. Our continued connection gives me much pleasure and sense of belonging. To my dearest, oldest friend Robyn Smith, who came to stay and cleaned, carried my shopping and treated me to to a pedicure because I was miserable and unable to do anything. To my Supanova family who provide me with life-nourishments (especially Missy and Fel). To my agent and friend Tara who keeps me positive, and doesn’t let me get too self-absorbed. To my sister and brother who will always be my home-base. To my boys, for helping old Mazza by keeping me company and helping me get in and out of the car and bed and … everywhere. To my husband for putting on a splendid Xmas lunch without a whisper of help from me, and for carrying my handbag in front of a train full of foul-mouthed, drunken gits.

Love you all!




  • No. Can’t beat that for a NYE story. Happy New Year Marianne sorry to hear about the back. Hope this year gets better for you.

  • Marianne

    Thanks Sean, and here’s to a brilliant 2012 for us all. Get that book written!

  • Rowena

    Sounds like the NYE from hell, M.

    Here’s hoping the year just keeps getting better for you!

  • Chris Kneipp

    OMG My NYE seems so civilised now Marianne. Sat around on my Sis in law’s back deck drinking a variety of wines and listening to 80’s music whilst contemplating how to sedate the rabid dog next door that refused to stop barking.
    Hope the back recovers soon
    Happy New Year

  • Marianne

    haha… thanks or the comments y’all.

  • Big Sis

    The stuff grand stories are made of Fair Mare…or at the very least the stuff of life. Well done to you both for surviving it. 2012 – bring it on! xxx

  • Um… wow. That’s one hell of a NYE. It’s got a hint of surreal awesomeness to it though.

    Many *hugs* and I hope 2012 brings pain relief with it!

  • That story definitely reminds me of the movie ‘After Hours’ The movie was hilarious and I know your night was not funny at the time but I’m sure you will laugh about it soon – maybe next year! Big hugs and hope the back problems give you some relief soon ~ Hugs M xxxx

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  • Jan Phillips

    Hey Marianne, loved the blog, sorry you had a bad night, if it’s any consolation we stayed home any played Resident Evil (45yrs of age lol) yet another quiet night in…hope all is well with the family, take care xxx Jan

  • Gaile Hughes

    OMG, are you sure you didn’t stumble into an alternate universe, and you were the actors in National Lampoon’s ‘New Years’ Vacation. Unbelievable, one New Year not easily forgotten. I would have had an attack of the ‘screaming meemies’…

  • Perth nephew

    Oh dear! Hilarious though. Great read :-)


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