With much enthusiasm and a hunger for freedom 7 of the Wildcat Pussies met at the clubhouse at 10.30am for a Girls Night In arranged in Wee Waa for the Breast Cancer Foundation. Puss, KB and I rode with the balance travelling with Psycho for her first solo venture since her misadventure with the road train.   We are still to decide who were the bravest, Psycho (driving) or Thunda, Sam and Sonia as the tin top passengers.

Our loving husbands/partners just shook their heads as we disappeared into the wild blue wonder with our swags and grog all neatly packed (NOT).  Psycho’s boot looked like a tornado had gone through it.   Yi Ha Party time was our thoughts and I’ll bet it was the boy’s too. Our ring gear puckered just slightly when we pulled up; a snake quietly drinking. As KB found out it had obviously drunk too much. 

The Junction City Hotel was beckoning as always for us to stop and have a refreshing drink of water.  Being responsible rider/drivers we didn’t part-take of alcohol.  Bet you don’t believe me!  Emma, the publican, who is expecting her first baby next year, requested that if we were going to have lunch could be please not order hamburgers.  Apparently the smell of the patties cooking makes her throw up.  Taking pity, as Wildcats do we had seafood and chicken for lunch.  Bloody beautiful meal, thanks again to Emma.  A few of the usual games of pool, Puss the victor again. 

The newly vamped Burren Bore was our next port of call.  4 Bikini clad young beauties LOL slunk into the warm water and waded around like baby whales.  Psycho, KB and Thunda sat a very safe distance way from the water and proceeded to take numerous photos.  Our current reigning star Psycho suggested we might all like to go skinny dipping. We said we would, if she would get in the water.  Her reply was negative therefore most of us kept most of our togs on.  Puss in her usual naughtiness had to give one poor sole a little exposure.  And by the way you should never put her in charge of a hose because eventually she will get the direction of the spray and the pressure right.  Men make the direction thing look so easy. 

We had a couple of elderly ladies enquire as to “how come you lovely young things are out on your own without your men”.   We had lots of thoughties with regards to an answer but decided on “they let us”.

With the need for alcohol starting to guide us, we washed down, clothed up, mounted and resumed our journey.  The pace picked up slightly as the smell of the evening began to get stronger.  Ground Zero was reached around 3.30 and after doing all the appropriate things, like setting up the swags in a dormitory style line (we made sure nobody was going to GET ANY) and stocking the fridge we headed for the grass with drinks in hand.  Our Hosts for the evening were Robin Kelly and Ali Meddings.

All was quite on the front for about an hour but as the lubrication started to work so did the normal Wildcat antics.  Once music was added things really livened up.  It was only the incoming of Ali’s Grandma that steadied us.  Bugger; mind you probably a good thing though, because nobody else got there until around 7.  If we hadn’t been sedated by Nan heavens knows what we would have done.  Maybe we will find out at the next Girls Night In.

As the evening progressed around 40 women/girls congregated. The usual raffles, prizes (G strings) were won and a finger food tea consumed (lucky because holding plates would have been a problem for some).  We settled into Karaoke and small spot of dancing.  Shit, wheels chairs can turn some tricks. NO it had absolutely nothing to do with the pissed rider/drivers.

Our dorm room/shed called us in about 1.  Arose from our slumbers looking as fresh as daisies.  BULLSHIT.  After a couple of cups of coffee each we again mounted our steads and headed for the Servo for a quick bite. 

Little Ted, who had been visiting his Mum just happened to catch up with us at the Servo.  He knew his place in the pack and stayed at the back.  I’m not sure whether he did it out of respect or pure fear. 

Arrived back in our dearly beloved Walgett about 11.30 where Shano and Rowdy had organised hot chicken and fresh buns for our lunch.  What lovely boys these Wildcats are.

At this stage there hasn’t been any hot tongue, but then again they haven’t seen the story or the pictures yet. 

 Slip