No, it's not a catchcry for the cheerleaders in the porn industry.
it means "go finish', and that's what it's called up here when expats finish their tour.
The very delectable Dr Wendy and her bloke are go pinis this week, so this weekend was their go pinis party (parties)
Dr Wendy and her posse hang out at Phil's Motel. I haven't ever been there. Phil's is in Eriku, a 'suburb' of Lae. Eriku is NOT the place to travel at night. And, to get to Phils, you have to drive over a pot-holed, dark car-park, up a weird little alley way and into the car park. Which, on Saturday night, was full of unsavoury-looking characters milling around.
And that's just the easy bit.
To gt to the poolroom at Phils, you have to enter via a locked and guarded door, sign in.. as it's members only... except I wasn't a member. Apparently that;s no problem.I am white and female, so the Magic Door just opened for me.
You then traverse a undulating windowless corridor that looks like it was rejected as the corridor in "Dead Man Walking" or "The Green Mile" for being to scary.
It smells like a urinal, is slippery with unknown substances and goes on for a REALLY long time.
You finally come to an intersection, where you can head for the Reception of Phil's Motel, or you can hang a righty into the pool room.
Now.. to the Pool Room...
If you are of a certain age, and from Melbourne, you probabaly spent a large portion of your misspent youth at The Espy. And while Phil's is NOTHING like the Espy, it has the same vibe. It's dirty and kinda nasty.. and the loal clientele look suspiciously on outsiders. There is a tiny wee hatch that leads to the kitchen, where you can order burgers an chips and pizza, and mice frequent the skirting boards.
The Espy pool room was known for its sticky carpet. Phil's is famous for its sticky tiles. The Espy was famous for its 'roaches'. At Phil's, cockroaches big enough to carry off small children crawl up through the holes in the pool table.
The pool table is on an everso slight lean, making a clean break to the left almost impossible. Although, I am reliably informed that the more SP beer you drink, the straighter the table becomes.
Phil's Rules of Billiards allow for contact with small mammals and large insects.
The beer is cold and cheap. The kitchen does amazing rough-cut chips/wedges, and they let you bring your own ipod and speakers for the music.
A little part of me that has been missing the funk and groove of Melbourne, has come home to roost at Phil's