The next day, we arose at a meager 9 am (early bird) and got ready for an entire day of chilling at the pool, that we had so desperately longed for. Our shuttle to the airport would arrive at 5pm, so we would have the day to have nothing on the agenda until we had to get on the shuttle. And this is where it always goes wrong.
Normal people take an educated gander at a shuttle and flight itinerary and calculate how much time they would need for each activity they would like to have accomplished that day. When rising at 9am, and wanting to eat breakfast, record an audition, drink two bottles of leftover "birthday" champagne, and chill at the pool for a comfortable amount of time, one would have to, "get a move on". Getting a move on, however, is not a phrase that is ingrained in either Madeline's or Roxy's brains. We like to do all of those things, but not have to limit ourselves to a maximum amount of time to completely fulfill those desires. It creates pressure! Some have relationship commitment issues, we have time commitment issues. In other words: our eyes are too big for our watches.
Jules, on the contrary, is a globeroller of a different color. Jules is organized. Put together, if you will (and if you won't, he will whip out his platinum card). Jules stresses out in the face of danger, while Madeline and Roxy laugh at it. Jules is the type of man, who, when knowing that he has a flight that evening, will prepare and pack like the plane could fly out of nowhere and pull him on it. He folds his shirts neatly, lays out his clothes for the day, and looks like a traveling salesman, in suit and tie an hour after we wake up. Madeline and Roxy, however, look like they just crawled out of a shotty pub after last call, took an economy class flight to Sydney, found Nemo AND Dory in the GBR and stumbled into their beds. We all have our strengths: Jules is always prepared and organized, and Madeline and Roxy always carry their wheels. Equally important.
After our 17 course buffet breakfast, that Madeline and Roxy interpret as an "double your weight" (Jules is blessed with the gift of portion control), Madeline and Jules filmed Madeline's audition, while Roxy started sampling one of the two bottles of champagne. She had a grand plan of shimmying (like Hillary, sans the pantsuit) with her glass of champagne.
Roxy quickly realized that she would need both arms to swim. That young girl was left at a cross road. She would either have to let go of the glass of champagne, much similar to when the old Rose heart wrenchingly dropped her necklace from The Titanic, or she would have to chug it and place the glass on the ledge before she endeavored in a swim. Since the first is alcohol abuse, she chose to do so. She then met two beautiful floating golden girl mermaids in the aquatic oasis. They told her about life and friendship. She still to this day is not certain whether these silver shimmering mermaids really existed, or whether the liquor dreamt them up, but either way, it was magical.
Roxy swam back to the hotel room and joined Madeline and Julio in their individual Facetime rituals. In the end, all roads lead to Facetime. Julio proudly told Roxy that he (the offstage reader) was the star of the audition and the champagne was flowing. The girls started to realize, as they usually do at the hour before departure mark, that they should get a move on. Julio looked over at them periodically with a smirk that grew increasingly larger with time as the girls scrambled and stuffed wet bathing suits and hoarded food in their suitcases.
At two minutes after the shuttle arrival at the front lobby, Madeline left the hotel room and told Julio and Roxy that she would hold the shuttle for them. Roxy and Julio were 5 minutes behind her and found Madeline exhausted and sweaty at the bench opposite to where the shuttle should be waiting. She uttered a desperate "he's gone", followed by a hopeful "but he's coming back". Yes, these two lines were an emotional roller coaster. Why Madeline, why??? And they finally got on the shuttle.
An hour later they arrived at the airport and split up in different directions. Julio and Madeline opted for fries, while Roxy came into contact with "Kangaroo Essence" in the drug store. They boarded the Virgin Australia flight on which one of the flight attendants worriedly and bluntly wailed, "What's wrong??", upon laying eyes on Roxy. There was no answer this assault because it didn't feel as much as a question as a proclamation. It seemed like she just needed that fright, similarly to the Babadook, to leave her system. She later gave Roxy a lot of water, which was what we assumed to be a manner of reconciliation in Australia, so all was dandy.
Before departure a different flight attendant told Roxy that if she needs to go to the bathroom anytime during the duration of the flight, she could just call one of the crew members. Roxy asked if they had a wheelchair on board to take her to the bathroom, to which the stewardess responded "no". Banana? Roxy frowned in confusion and tested her limits in jest by asking if they would then lift her to the bathroom (you know, just seeing what other currencies beside water they had to rectify a situation). The stewardess responded that they legally are not allowed to lift. Roxy gazed at her in confusion for a while, like a deer staring into the night and then responded with an "ok". Whether she wanted to dangle the idea of urinating in front of her or genuinely figured Roxy's need for an onboard wheelchair fluxtuates based on altitude is still unclear, but Roxy was too tired to argue. Onward to Gold Coast!