KEITH T. DENNETT | New South | CONTACT
A local girl has decided to book herself in for an old-fashioned silly season blowout this evening, based on the fact “It’s Christmas”.
After a long year battling living in Sydney, 28-year-old Stella Elliot has just rolled back in Betoota, courtesy of a Jetstar flight that was four hours late.
After only just landing back in her hometown, Stella decided she’d do exactly what any townie does when they return to the streets of their childhood, and that is to fire up the group chat with their old school mates, and make plans to get absolutely belted drunk at the only pub in town that might have some live music on a Friday night.
Now parked up in the beer garden of the Courthouse Hotel, surrounded by an assortment of school friends who have all since left Betoota, Stella’s told our reporter she’s ready to get on one.
“Jesus, these espresso martinis are sweet, and bloody cheap!” she cackled, checking her bank account to see she’d only been charged $14 for a plastic glass full of jet black, sickly sweet hangover fuel.
“And apparently the happy hour goes til 9pm!”
Given it’s been more than six months since she was back home for Easter, and it’s been one hell of a year, Stella’s primed to get pretty buckled tonight, and write herself off before the family duties commence.
“There’s nothing else to do in this one taxi town, do you think I’m ready to spend the night playing scrabble with my parents?”
“I’ve got all my girls here, there’s heaps of townie gossip to catch up on, and I just saw my high school boyfriend inside and he looks like he’s been hitting the gym hard since his second divorce.”
“Lighten up and have a drink with me, it’s Christmas!”
