Now of course dear reader I don’t mean in any sense of male bravado, breakfast size, or any sexual intent at all. Too real for me, but this is very serious. I just realised that you may not know what undies are – they’re an Australian name for underwear or underpants, male or female most times. tbaoo is packing his undies, one of the basic necessities of life I’d say.
Well, I’m playing with mine, in that I’m launching off to Northern Queensland to attend a work related conference. My secret day job has many facets and this conference will be polishing each one of them. I’ll have clean undies, shirts, trousers and enough grooming product to float a small male bordello. Maybe I could concentrate on the work related presentations being thrown at me at a relentless pace, but I know i’ll be more interested in the surroundings, the bar, the restaurant, the local night life and the television if all else fails.
Of course my bride is well aware of my normal rantings and understands all too well, no matter how cool my undies are, that I’ll be in my room, watching television, maybe having a cold beer and not galavanting about this northern tropical town. I certainly won’t be up late and I will more than likely be desperately searching for a place to enjoy a relaxing cigarette to celebrate.
