It started with a 5:20am alarm going off.
I stumbled out of bed and hit my knee on the table, all the while wondering why in earth we thought this wild be a good idea.
Shut the alarm off, forchrissake.
Fall back into bed, where Gemma says:
I don’t think waking up would be so hard if I hadn’t just dreamt I ran a marathon in converse.
And I guess that’s true.
She also mentions there being nowhere to sit down because there is Rocky Road everywhere before she falls out of bed and flips the fleuro bathroom light on.
We spend the next 20 minutes madly trying to straighten hair.
Unsuccessfully. Must be the salt air.
Putting on make up (rather inexpertly) and finding stains on our black clothing before realizing we are LATE and need to be there NOW.
We step out of our motel courtyard and Gemma expertly hails us down a taxi.
Two reasons why we need a taxi to manage a 700m walk.
Firstly: we are late.
Secondly, and most importantly, our feet are still recovering from the shopping expedition we undertook the day before.
Yellow beads were bought, people.
Moving on, the cab swerves into the drive and we run down to the Bondi Pavillion and the Bucket List in the hopes that we haven’t missed out on EVERYTHING – because here we are representing the Aussie Blogging Community RUOK day effort and we couldn’t get here for 5:55am.
And then we realize it’s 5:56am and it is, indeed, OK.
So far we’ve managed to get our mugs on TV (honest, we didn’t know we were standing right behind Grant Denyer until he started crossing LIVE for the weather).
We’ve also found a coffee and met a million people and registered for something very fun and exciting later on in the morning.
I can’t tell you how very inspiring this event is.
Stay tuned, there will be more blogging live from RUOK day in Bondi.
Back to you Karl and Lisa.
EDIT: His name is Steve Jacobs. Not Grant Denyer. I’m just special.