The Queen and My Toilet Crisis

I wrote this blog entry over a year ago and forgot to publish it. Probably not very funny at the time but it's really funny looking back at this now. Haha, poor me!  

Sometime in October 2011

I'm sitting on my bean bag with a sigh... finally. Now that Floriade is over I felt like I could breath for a bit and tell you a story about when the Queen visited Floriade. The garden opens 4 days extra to accommodate the Queens visit and as a volunteer I was fortunate enough to receive an invitation to 'view' her in the park. I could be more excited, but personally I don't care too much for the Queen, or the Duke of Edinburg. You may sneer at me all you want but when William and Kate got married I was exactly where I should be- on my desk making jewelry... or something responsible like that.

Greg and I felt so special we dressed up for the event. Greg even took the morning off work just to come with me. But then the event seem to die down drestically while Greg and I waited behind a fence in Floriade like everyone else to catch a glimpse of the Queen while the rest of the public waited around Lake Burley Griffin while the Queen ride on a boat ride to Floriade. We waited for 1 and a half hour in the sun and although it seem boring, it wasn't all that bad for me. We chatted to other fellow volunteers, and we also got free ice tea and magnum (expensive) ice cream. Woo!

I can't believe the length they had to go through to prepare for the queen to simply walk through a bit of the garden. Some say they planted new tulips in the garden to replaced the dead ones. Security is covered from the vicinity of the water, land and sky. And of course, the press is absolutely everywhere. They've also got a live string quartet playing just as the Queen about to walk through.

As my sister in law said, this photo looks like the bass player had fallen off the stage, but just like all professional musician, the others kept on playing...

And then it happened. I suddenly felt a very strong urge to go to the toilet. And maybe because the Queen had arrived and I was very nervous. But it was too late. The fence that we were standing behind is shut and just like that... I am trapped. I walked up and down agitated. I finally went to a security guard and asked him ," If I go to the bushes, would you kill me?!" He was like, "No, just go, go!" But I didn't. I hold it in. I was motivated by the thought that if a camera somehow caught an image of me from the helicopter, I would became the news sensation of the 7pm project or Hamster Wheel and I would have to move out of this country forever. I couldn't wait for the queen to just hurry up, get in the car and just GO AWAY so that I can go to the toilet!!!

With that being said, I had the nerve to pose in front of the queen and Greg to photos of me.

Turns out I wasn't the only one who had that experience. There were people queuing for the toilet complaining the same thing. Oh man... so much for the experience of seeing the Queen. It felt like I was just there to burn in the sun for 2 hours and now I know what it feels like to almost loose my kidney. And since the Queen will never ever come to Australia ever again, this will make an interesting story to tell my kids and their kids. yay...