Well, I'm back from my holiday at Thurra. One day back at work down already, only two weeks and one day of work till it's off to the Prom. I hope everyone had a great Chrissy, wherever they were in the world, and that all your New Years' celebrations were suitably large. It's been good to get out of the old routine and have a break, but it means I've neglected this site a bit. It's always hard to remember stuff to write about when I haven't written for a while. Let's give it a go though shall we?
It's seems I left off just before Christmas so we'll start from there. Kick ass marquee party at my place on the eve of the eve. Hot as hot all night, till I think the rain started about 1ish or something (I don't know, my Mum's punch was involved somewhere along the line). The marquee then provided perfect shelter for us all. I said I would be happy if the thing lasted Meredith and Christmas, so it's job was done. The next day it was attacked by the wind though, and two poles busted bent. Looks like it's off to Ray's to look for some new ones, I think these are beyond repair. A highlight was definitely Krap Kringle. Gee some of you guys are hilarious!Especially you Laurie.
Christmas was a fun day. It turns out I don't have a problem with the whole "spend the day with he family" business. Maybe that's just because I missed the crap part of the family by being in Meredith for those celebrations. Breakfast was at Wells' with the traditional Kris Kringle, then I pushed on to a face painting gig at what used to be Sheraton Towers. The most extravagant buffet I have ever seen. I felt like I was in the OC living it up with all the hob nobs of Melbourne. It probably wasn't actually that expensive, Ive just never been to anything like that before. They even had a chocolate fountain with marshmallows for dipping! And I got paid to be there, eat their food and paint about 10 faces.
From there I drove straight to Daylesford to Sandy's place with Dad's side of the family, heaps of food again, and wine and moustaches and cigars. Stayed there over night then the next morning drove home then straight on to Thurra. All up I think it was nine hours in the car. Hella long. Luckily I had my sister and all her (at times infuriating) games to keep me occupied. The time just seemed to fly right by.
From Thurra I did not move for a whole week. A whole week of the most amazing beach weather, swimming, relaxing, walking, duneing. Croajingalong has the biggest dune system south of the border, or something to a much grander effect. This massive dune, about 800m high at best estimates, dives straight down into the pooling river. A short yoga break as we reached the summit overland from the bush then tumbling and jumping and rolling and fighting our way to the bottom, and into the river to cool off and try to get rid of some of the sand that, unfortunately, mainly accumulates in your crack. Crass I know, but it's the truth.
New Years' was a hoot down there, making donuts around the fire and the traditional cry of "DAY-O, DA-A-AY-O". And after midnight down to the bridge to watch the stars. So hung over on New Years Day though, not helped by the fact that it was about a bazillion degrees at 7am. Guh. It makes me want to vomit just thinking about it.
Now I'm home and back to work. Liz is cracking the whip. I have to go meet her at the pub for a beer now. That is if she can get in. Apparently there was an "incident" last week. Oh Liz.
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