Following my termination, I called up my former boss Rat. She was at home and offered to go with me to a secret little hideaway I'd been turned on to earlier in the week. We packed into her boyfriend's ChevOlds front bench and drove down to the Vapour Lounge.
Let me introduce you to the Vapour Lounge.
I found it only two days before, and already I was smitten. In the heart of the downtown-slum-we-called-home was a vapour lounge unlike any other. The back garden was just starting to stretch out after the winter, and the indoor lounge felt like a friend's living room. Where better than to smoke out my sorrows?
(note: Nixon, you know it's all thanks to you)
Rat, her boy and I spent the next three hours in the company of some lovely locals, and went home all feeling sufficiently calmed. That evening I resolved to devote the next week to a vacation in my own city starting the next morning with a trip back to Lounge. I hadn't been on a vacation in six months (and that one had only been a two day trip), so it felt only natural to kick up my feet for a few days.
I went to Paradise at noon and was asked a very interesting question: "Would you like a job here? We're looking for another Lounge Hostess."
And that, in 18hours of record time, was how I started working in Paradise - after my week off.
