Seriously!

How ugly is this guy !?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?


Imagine waking up to this every day in the mirror. Or worse waking up next to this every day in bed.

April Sun in Cuba

What on Earth happened on Saturday night? The Spanish club closed at 1 and everyone was ready to leave. Nothing but bruschetta for dinner, and then copious amount of vodka and beer for the girls and boys respectively.

Ah, that would have done it. Plus whatever they're putting in the water these days to turn everyone into raving, horny, trashbags.

Happy Birthday B anyway.

What happened to us all going out, or staying in, just to hang out in each others company, to a point where we were too exclusive for other to penetrate our harsh outer shell? Now it seems to be all about creating drama, drama, drama.

I love it!

Sometimes I wish for wealth, most of the time I'd settle for happiness

Weak?

It's been a while since I last posted, but all my time has been spent at work recently, or desperately trying to do things that aren't work to get my mind off it.
Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!, which was sceduled for tomorrow is cancelled, I've still got DJ Shadow on Tuesday next week though. But of course I have to work the next day. Shouldn't stop me from enjoying myself. Last time I saw him I was hung over as hell and still had an awesome time, so this time will be bigger and better.

That is all.

Yard Games-a-Plenty

So. It seems our beloved game of 'Vikings' is traditionaly known as the game of kubb, or alternatively 'viking chess'. I don't know about you, but I've never once thought to apply my vast knowledge of chess tactics to this game. Also, from all the sites I've found, none of them mention sand as an ideal playing surface..... at least we know we still have something to contribute to the traditional method.


The guy here has a similar eye to my brother when making his sets.


A new challenge I set you all is the game of Ladder Golf imagine us rocking up to all our camping and picnic adventures full of weird and wonderful yard games. Ha hilarious!

Balloons make me happy

All this reading of inane blogs is making my head spin. Seriously I can't sit at this computer for long without feeling like it's going to explode. Not for the reason that my work is so intense and must retain all my focus, but beacause I'm absorbing so much information about other peoples lives. Lives that have absoloutely zero connection to mine, but somehow intrigue me anyway.

I guess impersonal, or deeply personal depending on which way you look at it, trash is my replacement for celebrity trash.

The Highs and Lows of Life

Last night saw a crushing defeat for those in the trivia game. The team formerly known as cabbage, had a change of name (Spread it on), which must have taken all our knowledge with it......Because not only did we have the biggest team



and not win,



but we lost!



Dead Last!





I think it would be obvious enough to say that the focus was not really on the answering of questions, but more on that of jugs of beer, drunk from schooner glasses none the less.

I ended up horrendously drunk, and after a cleansing session of yoga to boot.

So now I still haven't caught up on all the sleep I've missed out on over the last couple of weeks. So I'm going to bed.




P.s. Pirates of the Carribean comes out tomorrow.

Speaking of Soccer....

Hurricane are the champions!


Yeah!


Woo!

Go Team!

Last night saw an outclassing expose of indoor soccer talent at the Box Hill indoor sports centre. A result of 6-1 was inevitable as we were clearly a far superior team. Even without the stylings of their esteemed captain Skips, we still kep it in the family with my sister receiving the mvp for the match following a spectacular couple of goals and subsequent climbing of the nets.

Well done guys! Next season A finals!

A cold night in June

Still whenever I manage to open my mouth about it, all I can come up with is a stream of profanities.

And I don't think you need that here.

So let's just say

at the end of the day

the more experienced team "won".

Common wealth

How nice it is to be a part of a community. Surrounded by like minded people, yet still full of diversity.


Ah, what a great day.


Not to mention the beer and the footy.

Sports Fan?

Community Cup on Sunday! Get your boots on, and possibly bring an umbrella. Grand final for Hurricane, indoor soccer, next Thursday. It may be the second half of the second division, but trophys are trophys for me. Wow. I've never encountered such a concentrated amount of sporting excitement in myself before. Football and football. No, I can't really call soccer football yet. Sunday will be great fun though and then Monday night Australia v Italy. Dare I go into Lygon St?

Foot?

So much pressure buiding up in my head over this soccer business. Idon't know how much more I can take! I guess just as much as the Aussie team keeps going. If we get a result against Croatia then who knows where it could go.

I'm having a party!

The days are getting shorter and the shortest one of all is next Wednesday, so get on down to the annual Winter Solstice do at my place. Shorts must be worn! If not we may have to get into some hippy solstice rituals involving burning and burying things, and nobody wants that.
So,
Wednesday June 21st from 7.30 my place. Fire provided.

Trivia

Ah, you've got to love inappropriate comments belted out to an audience. Sometimes I just forget that I am in a public space. I can't help it. I see Ruth up on stage and lewd comments just spring from my mouth. Then add to the mix some victory beers and it all goes down hill from there. I guess I'll be there again for more of the same next week.

Musicals

Check out the Black Chords they rock. If they play at Meredith Pete has promised he will propose to me on stage. Fill in the survey to help get them there.

Save Montsalvat

Most of you probably aren't aware of the shit that has been going down in the 'ham the last couple of weeks regarding Montsalvat. The thing is there is a chance it wiil be ripped out from underneath it's living forefathers, which are also my forefathers. There is a public rally going on tomorrow at 2pm outside Steve Herbert's office, just across the road from my place. We need numbers so come along and show your support of the arts and Eltham's history. (Also as reported on Spicks and Specks this week.) For more info go to Seb's website and come out tomorrow. If only because you believe in the Skipper. There will probably be a serious hack-a-thon afterwards if there is enough interested parties.

Pics

I've decided I need a photo for my profile. If anyone has one that is suitably spunky, obviously not neccesarily of me, please pass it on. All entries will be judged on artistic merit, comedic value, relevence and of course spunkiness.

Kill Your Radio

This morning on the way to work, for the second day in a row, they were playing the same Kelly Clarkson song on two radio stations! Conincidence? I think not. We must all band together to fight this commercial radio conspiracy!

Don't worry, I won't go so far as to swear off trashy pop songs as well.

I've also realised that when reading the paper I go straight to the trash section of the back page. I console myself in the fact that it's not as bad as reading anything in 'the small paper', but it must be pretty deeply ingrained in me.

I'll just have to shake this addiction one small step at a time.

Pretty close

Hamish + Pirates

It doesn't get much better than that.

Official Memo

Today is cowboy day. Although I've already been told I look too 'indie rock'. It's not my fault. This is the best I can do- I lent my chaps to Emmalaura!

I can see through time

There's new info on the Meredith website. She'll be turning sweet sixteen ........ and never been kissed? It's exciting already and only six months to go.

Don't put up with trash!

Well, that's it! I'm done with Britney! Not really. It's more that I'm done with the cult of celebrity. I hearby renounce my vows. I'm cancelling my 'Britney' daily news alert, and quitting reading trashy tabloid magazines. All it is doing is fuelling the paparazzi, stalking these people and making their lives hell. As well as making Britney look like she is a bad mother, it is making all those mothers out there feel they are doing a bad job as well. I challenge any one of you to ask your mother if she nearly dropped you, even once, when you were a child. These stories are putting unreal expectations on the mothers of today.
I don't know if this is actually making any sense, but it's been brewing for a while. I have also been drinking for a while this evening though, so feel free to disregard all that heas been said, excepting the sentiment. And don't put up with trash!

Country life

I saw a dead wombat, that had been hit by a car, on the side of the road this morning. I guess this would be another piece of evidence supporting those claims that I live 'in the country'. "Somewhere on the way to Sydney" I have even heard some say. Regardless, I'm glad to be able to take my morning amble in a place where there is plenty of trees. Much better than gulping in lungfulls of pollution and car exhaust. Here are some examples of natures surrounds....aah nature. Although some of the 'wildlife shown here could be a little frightening.

Andrew at Meredith

My camera is broken.

Seminal

This time not the act itself, just using the word a lot. Andrew Mclelland's Mix tape. He wa pretty funny, but mostly in the way that he was a funny guy. You appreciated his humour and were entertained, but didn't neccessarily feel the need to laugh out loud. Not to say that there weren't things in there that i nearly pissed myself at. Somehow it was really my brand of humour, I guess it helped that when the chick next to me complained St. Kilda wasn't getting enough representation Andrew told her it was because it was on the wrong side of the river. She also spent the last half of the show rustling around in her bag, jigging her leg, and looking towards the exit. She came by herself so no one had forced her into it, but she didn't seem comfortable at all. Oh those southsiders. What can you do?

Wet behind the ears

I haven’t posted for ages. I guess it’s because I’ve actually been doing things in the real world, not just in the land of the computer nerd. Holidays in Byron were gorgeous. Such fantastic weather, company, camping, music.



It feels like such a long time ago already. This cold rainy weather has really brought me right back down to earth. Smack! Or whatever sound a wet slap to the face makes. Again we've booked the site for next year, so Kath and Nick you'd better be there too, and those who promise better make good on that.
Since I’ve come home I’ve kept the routine of going to shows though, but shows of a different kind. Dylan Moran on Sunday. Man was he funny, not to rub salt into the wounds of anyone who missed the season, but he was great. Even if he did totally lose track of what he was going on about towards the end. He may try to say that Bernard is just a character, but he really is Bernard.
Elbowskin last Wednesday was great, those gys just get better and better. The Comedy Festival is a great time to be out and about in Melbourne. There is just so many people everywhere. And unlike during the Melbourne Festival they're not all snobby and arty, just out for a laugh and a good time.
Then Saturday was The Lion King.


Amazing costumes and puppet work. Not to mention all the topless hotties throughout. I can't believe it's taken me this long to get to see it.

Apart from that it's been lots of catching up with everyone, beer and burning, soccer and even a little bit of work on the side.

sunshine

Hey there crazy kids! The sun is shining in Byron and I finally feel like I've got the energy to enjoy it. Five days straight of live festival music, and all the drinking that accompanies that 12 hour day sure takes it's toll. Not to mention the random nights afterwards spent at the pub on the beach with even more live music and an appearance by the cat empire busking on the street. Cocktails, beer, wine, beer, cocktails, beer. Ahh, this is the life. Coming home to wintry conditions isn't too appealing, but back I will be on Saturday night. And then ready for the beer and burn of anzac day. I bought a badge bobby, you'd be proud of me. See you all soon.

Opportunities

My JoeyJoJo is coming tomorrow! Yay. It's sad that she's coming under such heart wrenching circumstances. But there's one of these opportunities that we can see instantly. Unfortunately I won't be around for much of her three week stay, 'cos I'm going on a holiday of my own, but I'll just have to make the most of our time when she is here. Can't wait. See you soon!

From great change and endings, come new beginnings and opportunities.

Yesterday moring my Mum's dad died of a massive heart attack. He was walking to see the nurse, to have his dressing changed on the skin cancer had just had removed from his back, when he collapsed on the footpath. The village called us to say he had collapsed, but it wasn't until my Mum arrived that she was told he was probably dead before he hit the ground. It was a huge shock to all of use, even his doctor. He was a very fit and healthy man, albeit at the age of 86.

Vats away!

If anyone is looking for me during the day this weekend I'll be up at The Vat.
This weekend brings "Taste of Montsalvat Festival", which I've been told is opening all artist studios as well as having food, wine, beer and gardening business happening. I've got no idea what it is really, but there's no doubt it will be all the more bearable if I've got friends who come and visit me. I used to think Matcham was crazy for resenting the 'tourists' at Montsalvat, everything was always their fault. "If you don't like them," I used to think. "Then why live in a publicly open place?" That was until I moved my studio in there. The worst thing about the place is ther tourists. They just come in and stand there with this stupid 'how quaint' look on their faces. They never actually want anything and don't seem to understand that people actually work there. Anyway, I've been making it pretty for them all day today. And also rearranging some things so that they feel like they're in the studio without having to get too close to me. Ha.
So if you feel like cheering up a jaded 'artist', come visit some time this weekend.

Ooh la la-la!

Yay Soccer! Even though I only played six minutes I'm taking full responsibility for our ass-whooping tonight. Soccer is officialy fun again. There was a while there at the start of the season where it was looking a bit dodgy, but then we remebered how to play and started winning and now I love it. I'll have to get a beach game going in Byron. That's right a week and a half an I'm on the beach. Can't wait!

Long time ago

Just in case you weren't aware........... Mel, Dam and Rob are back! Looking at these pictures reminds me just what a funny morning that was. Lucky you guys are worth waiting over an hour on no sleep, at the airport for.

Hurrah for it began!

Well. Now that this whole Com Games fiasco is over I'll post the photos fromt he opening ceremony. We watched the fireworks across the road from the G on Tom's rooftop, resplendent with Men's Gallery sign as usual, and celebrated with my first drink of the cleanse. And boy did we do it in style- champagne form mugs. What were we meant to do? There were no jars around!
It was quite an eerie night. Punt road was absouloutely dead. We'd parked ages away and walked across because we thought it would be a nighmare getting in there but there was just no-one around. That was until about half way through the ceremony when the performers who were done started coming out of the venue, all their costumes of shiny pants and bad wigs. It all looked a little Rock Eisteadford to me. I hope it didn't come across that way on tv. Then the flying tram came past and was exciting.



The fireworks were cool too, not a skerrick of the dissappointment they could have been. They were really big and went for ages. They even came from ontop of the buildings in the city and along the Yarra.



Then, when it was all over we saw just how may people can fit into the MCG. They'd all caught the train and had to try and do the same to get home again. We did our best to entertain them while they waited, you know random yelling and getting them to give us the little flashy things they were given. But it still would have been pretty annoying to have to wait that long to get into such a packed train. The roads have been quiet all week though. They keep on saying it's because public transport is free if you're goint to the games, but it's just beacause people thought it was going to be hell on the roads. I agree with Bracksy on this one- the only thing people will support is free beer. And come next week I'll be supporting that proposal. Although the TAC has drummed it onto us so well that if there was free beer we probably would be catching public transport, 'cos we wouldn't be driving.

motorcar adventures

I'm taking last nights adventures as a sign that i should stop driving as much as i do. From now on it's only the essentials, like getting to work and going to the supermarket.
First up I drove down Punt Road to Richmond in peak hour which wasn't bad at all. Not too much traffic and a good run of lights. So I was in my rockstar park outside the Corner by 6.00. 2 hours later, after a fairly intense live to air set by Augie March, and then a quick soujourn for felafels, I come back to my car to find I left the lights on and have a totally dead battery! (Why my lights were on at 6.00 just after the autumn equinox is far beyond me.) So we're stuck in the middle of Richmond with no car eating stupid healthy food and noone seems to have jumper leads. Two cars had been broken into though over the course of this gig, so at least we weren't the worst off in the place. Finally we got on to Tom and he saved us. After finding one car with jumper leads but no keys, then another car with keys but no leads, then trying to jump start but it was too far dead, then finally the roll start. I was a little dubious of this method as failing to start meant rolling out onto Swan Street, but it all worked out in the end. Thanks you're my hero!
You'd think that would be enough excitement for one night, but no. I then proceeded to nearly kill Heath and myself at the end of Hoddle street crossing over the freeway. Suddenly I was up on the curb and then skillfully swerving away from the oncoming Light pole towards the stationary car int he other lane, then back onto the road in my lane all is well. I've got no idea how I ended up on the curb there. I've always thought that intersection could be confusing now they've put the new ligths in, but never actually been comfused by it myself. So I don't think that was it. Must be I'm just a crap driver and this is the universe's way of telling me to stop or as the master has said (Google that is) "Amy needs to wake up or get some will power". See?

Friday Afternoon

dYesterday I was so happy to be at work. All this week has been great. Being in charge, selling lots of dresses. But now it's Friday afternoon and I'm sick of it. It's been a lot quieter, without any appointments, which I was glad for. But that also means I'm stuck out the back with people who are starting to grate on me and no reason to go out the front and get excited for people.
Going out for Liz's/Shay's/St. Patty's tonight. I think I'm going to have to break my detox for just one green beer should the opportunity arise. I'm sure my liver will thank me for it in the long run. I have to work tomorrow though, and all my appointments seem to be rescheduling, so even though I have to be in for 9.30 I then have 2 hours before my next appointment. Plus I have to find things to do for one other person- not sewing? It's gonna suck I can tell.
There's still a chance I may have to work Sunday too. A gig in Werribee for a festival parade. I doubt they'd call me now though for that though. Would they? Perhaps subliminaly to avoid that confirmation call, I left my phone at home today.
Ok that's enough random rambling.

Wielder

I feel so handy! I just changed a tyre for the first time. Not that unexplainably a sharp and owie piece of metal pierced my tyre and it was dead flat when I got out to it today. (Well, when my mum went out to it as she was borrowing my car.) So I got down on my knees in the mud with all my tools and changed it. I had been needing some attention paid to the balance of my tyres so I guess this is just a kick up the bum to go and do something about it. The spare tyre is pretty crappy, and the rear ones probably both need replacing so there goes another weeks paycheck on sorting all that stuff out. Boo. At least I'm saving money on alcohol by not drinking. But I bought myself a hair straightener/curler last week, so it all evens out to still having no money.

No Nose Knows

So. I decided not to post about it 'cos it was making me too pissed off. But now I'm over it so it's irrelevant anyway. Suffice to say I'm a jerk, and I'd cut off my own nose if I thought it would get me out of ever going on a date. Which it probably would, (no offence to those without noses) so lucky I'm only exaggerating.

Seminal

The Great Yarn

That's it! I'm starting knitting again. By the time winter comes 'round I will have knitted something other than a scarf.

One day they were just like you

Recently we've been thinking a lot about getting older. Celebrities in all fields seem to be younger than us. Movie stars, pop stars, sports stars. People like beauty therapists and stylist, retailers and business owners. When we go out we see all the young things high on life, and plenty of other things too. What have we got to show for ourselves so far? A lot of liver damage and a few memories, though we've lost a few of them too. It's not to say that I regret any decisions I've made, but the world seems to be catching up to me quicker than I'd hoped.

Last night though, when I was out living the pure life of no drugs, alcohol, meat or dairy, I started chatting to this guy, turned out he grew up nearby and knew some people who went to my school. He asked me what year I graduated, and I knew it wasn't going to be too pretty when we figured out how much older he was than me, so I turned the question straight back on him first so I knew exactly where I stood. But I was in no way prepared when his answer was'87!
That was the year I started primary school!!!! I know it was rude, but all I could do was laugh.
The point is though, he was trashed, having a great time rockin' out to some old school power pop (the emphasis being on power) in the form of the Posies at the Hi Fi. It puts it into a bit more perspective when you hang out with a guy who's 35. I don't think there's too much need to change things from the way they are now.
This is all just probably the detox talking anyway. I won't feel so introspective when I'm off the wagon.

udkuelmy

Has anyone noticed that the word verification on the comments has gotten a lot longer recently, and harder to read as well. No long posts now. I have to go out to the wrap party (yes wrap, not rap) for "The Jammed". more to come on this topic later. Iv'e just read some facts around which it was based. Shocking let me tell you.

Detox

Well. That's the end of 'summer skips'. I started the day with my walk, then lemon water, then juice and then soy muesli. No more drinking, partying and doing things I'll regret in the morning. (But just remember everything that comes out of Mark's mouth is a lie.) Time for the detox. The clean living stylee. For at least 5 weeks, maybe 6. But I think the best bet is to go for the 5 weeks and then one week of training before heading up to Byron for the Blues fest.
It turns out my body is starting to protest about all the abuse that comes it's way. Come to think of it...I am actually just better at ignoring it in the summer time. I found out why my teeth get owie in the sumer......suprise suprise I don't look after myself. My wisdom teeth see my body's defences are weakened and take their chance to bust out and cause me a lot of pain. I got antibiotics for the short term, (which I haven't decided to take yet, or not) but the long term solution is, of course, to get them taken out. But seeing as it was my dentist who said to me that it was painful and expensive, I'll see how long I can last and try to look after them as best I can on my own.

Now- onto other types of pain. Fair enough he deserved a free hit, but did he have to smack me as hard as he could? I don't think so. Entirely inappropriate!
I'm sure you know who I'm talking about. He likes to get around under an "anonymous" tag, but that doesn't fool anyone around these parts.

Yesterday was a bad day, but today is better.

We went out on Thursday for a fairly random night, although the farewell of some backpackers was involved. I think I may have ended up inappropriately drunk. I cracked it when I couldn't get served at cherry. I don't think it was beacause I was drunk, and ended up the evening peeing in an alley after getting souvlakis............so maybe it was because I was drunk. So anyway, all thins culminated in an old style skippa hangover yesterday. For those of you who know about these things- it ain't pretty. And for those who don't- it ain't pretty. Top that off with a filthy, stinkin' hot day and you get the drift. Finally today there is some relief from the heat. A bit of thunder in the background, but no rain yet. Just a cool breeze to make the day bearable. It's already pissing down southside, and- suprise suprise- that's where I'm headed tonight. A fairly belated post prom party. But, as stubbsy said, it just means we can turn it up ourselves, with the storm as our cover.

Hmmmm.

Girls. I know that last night we took a photo that was specificaly for posting on this blog, but I know half of you are at least half as vain as I am so I know there will be no love lost if I omit it from this post. After such a big weekend who can really blame us for looking so below par. This is fine for girls' night, but maybe we should stick to the old adage of "What happens at girls' night, stays on girls' night."

I didn't realise this was such abad photo, sorry.

Peas

A peahen and two peachicks came to visit me today. The first time they came in I got rid of them straight away, but they came in again later and I thought I should at least try and get a photo. I let them hang out for a while, but then she honked and it scared the crap out of me. So I shoo-ed them out quick smart.
I was making a spiderman costume for a guy who picked it up today. Turned out he is actually a kids entertainer and didn't need it for some kinky bedroom action. Thank goodness, I was worried about that for a while.

Summer fun in the sun

What a great weekend. I would seriously consider moving across the river for a weekend like this. B and I went to the mso concert at the Myer Music Bowl, complete with fireworks! I haven't enjoyed firworks like that for ages. The first set where timed perfectly with the music, then the encore was more spectacular, but not so well timed witht the Armenian tunes.
The best bit was being able to walk to the beach from B's place. Just lying in the sun, pretending that the rush of traffic was the breaking of waves. then walking to ice cream, passing by Stubbsy's shop and continuing on for dim sims. Plenty of walking, but I felt good for it.
Then this afternoon another picnic to see Brenna, who's back home for a while, also I got to see Anna and Sarah who i also hadn't seen for about 18 months. I can't believe I can go for so long without seeing them. It was hard to leave 'cos i fear I'll get slack and not see them for ages again, even though I have the best intentions. So i promise to make a concerted effort to stay in touch regularly. Love you guys.

Today is a bad day

BIG!

Yes. I know you'll laugh at me for this but in my 36 hours of being home in this fortnight I am prioritising a post on my blog. Just laugh now and get it over with. For those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I've been at the prom since last Friday and came back for the big day out yesterday. And what a big day it was. We started off with a champagne breakfast in an apartment across the road from the park and even though the day was about the music that lindauer fraise was going down a treat, add to that pancakes and McReynolds' muffins it was a great way to put me in stead for the day ahead. Everything I saw was awesome! Singing along to Franz Ferdinand, listening eyes closed to The Mars Volta, rocking out to Kings of Leon, dancing up a storm to Too Many DJ's at the end of the night. I wish you had been there for that one Dalm. Your swollen throat may not have enjoyed all the steam coming off those sweaty, sweaty bodies though. Soooo hot, needed to stop for many drinks breaks, but beers were $6 and better drinks $9! (I saw Carbsy on my first drinks adventure and he asked if we talked about him on girls night, so here you are I'll mention you in my blog too. Bet you feel special now.) Luckily Andrew brought in a bottle of tequila which went quite well with the mars volta's set and kept me going for the rest of the night. Even with the amount of water I drank all day too I only had to go into that horrible queue for the toilets twice the whole time I was there. All that liquid just came out hrough my skin with all the sweat. Euwww!
So it's back home to the prom now for another week, then back to see Dalm, Rob and Mel come home on Sunday. If anyone has dodged an invite- party at Mel's Sunday afternoon.
See you there kiddoes

Prom it up.

Hey all. I'm off to the Prom in the morning. If anyone has a couple of days off over the next fortnight come on down! Give me a call, I'll probably check my phone most days, so just leave a message and I'll call you back with site details. Word.

I know I'm biased, but I really think Sean Preston is a cutie.

The Bud

This weekend contained the funniest single thing I have ever seen in my life. Still now when I think about it I don't just have a quiet chuckle, or even a bit of a giggle, but a hearty belly shaking laugh. After an unexpectedly huge night on Friday at the Corner for Tom's birthday- Happy Birthday Tom- Mark decides he has to pick us up at 8 am to get to the market before we head down to Rosebud for his birthday. So hung as and on hardlt any sleep we made it to the market, via Monty's place, everyone in the car bar Mark had been out the night before so we were all feeling quite fragile, not least of all Lil' Wellsy, so for someone to yell at him "Chris look out!" would have been shock enough, but to look up and see a boom gate bearing down on him was too much to handle. He started to duck, but hen realised that wouldn't be enough. He eventually ended up lying ont he ground with his hands covering his face as if he was being borne down by a finger of God. IT WAS HILARIOUS! Not just us but everyone around us cracked up and he got heckled by the trolley hire guy. After that we all felt much better, but we still didn't make it to Rosebud till about 1.30. Longest car trip to the peninsula ever. Luckily the weekend was worth it. Happy Birthday Mark.

Did someone say party?

Or maybe just drunk. It sure seemed that way to me on Sunday. It was just too hot and sunny and summery to be sober- don't you think? I had a ball anyway. Happy birthday Stubbs. So good to see my girls all together that night too, even if by that stage I didn't have much to contribute. I caught the last train home from Clifton Hill, which I hadn't done in ages, and fell asleep, which I never do on the train. Luckily a nice boy thought to wake me up before my stop. And luckily he was very nice and unthreatening, unlike the guy who decided to show us his balls on Brunswick St. That was really gross, but I couldn't help thinking that it was something one of you guys would do, although not to complete strangers I admit.

Censorship

Only 'cos you asked so nicely Mr. Finch. I hope you realise what this does to my credibility as a blogger though.

Welcome Home

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.

Thank god for nyal paracetemol. The Vat Christmas party last night. Ripper. I really got into the party spirit this time. The idea was to come dressed as a song. I absoloutely squeezed myself into "If you were to ask me....", but noone did, so i didn't. I did drink a lot of champagne though, danced it up and had midnight swims. Then i had to walk home at 2 and work all day today. It wasn't a problem until I started to sober up around 12 noon. Then it was across the road and to the medicinal aisle for the nyal- cheap and effective, fish and chips for lunch and a coffee.

I've just put up a whole lot of photos- thanks Ev- including Spicks and Specks and Meredith, you should go check them out.

Crush

I have a giant celebrity crush. Oh Hamish! Not enough to actuall bother finding out his last name mind you, just enough to go ga ga whenever I see him. Oh yeah. He's so hot. And everything he says is absoloute gold, much funnier than that Rove guy. I stumbled across this blog the other day and it's all about this girls fascination with Rove. I think she's from England and when she was in Australia she must have gone to a taping. Loco.

Speaking of tapings that's what has reawakened my celbrity crush. I went to see the Christmas Special of Spicks and Specks with B's brother Steve and his friends Emma and Simon.
Anyway, back to fun things. Lots of celebrity guests and what not. But Hamish is definitly the highlight. It's showing on Sunday night ABC. So watch it. I'm the one up the back with a Christmas hat on, slightly "coloured" from my weekend in the sun. Lats time we went it was odd to watch it on the tv 'cos it was so heavily edited. This time will be even worse. It's an hour long special so it was always going to take a bit longer, but who'd have known it would take 4 1/2 hours. B called me at 4.15 saying Steve had some tix, so I postponed my shopping expedition and headed over to Steve's then the studio. By 10.30 we got out of there, so hot and thirsty and hungry (scungy ABC) and it was freezing, pissing down with rain and the only food we could get was macca's. But I got to touch him. Oh yeah. I touched Hamish. He is hot. I have a crush. -As I'm typing that bit my body involuntarily swings side to side in a sing song manner- Oh yeah a crush. Ra ra ra.

Meredith

As anticipated Meredith was kick ass. My marquee really made it I think. Although there were other marquee style structures around mine was clearly the supreme being. The one thing i forgot to take with me though was my camera, so everyone has to forward me all their photos so I can post them and share the joy that is Meredith with the world.
My brain is still a big pile of mush, so I'll try and post about some actual events when I remeber them.

Clubbing it

What a ripper. I’ve finished all my work for the year. Wahoo! Why, you may then ask, am I still up early enough to be posting before 9 am ? Well working isn’t my entire life. Although at times you’d be forgiven for thinking so. Today consists mainly of shopping plans, Christmas party this weekend, then banking and cleaning up my studio from the crazy amount of work been going on in there. Zoe’s dress is all finished and looks amazing, if I do say so myself. I’ve taken some photos so hopefully Ill put them up after the wedding next weekend. By that time I should have a whole stack of exciting photos and stories post rrr ob and Meredith.
My marquee arrived this week and man is it sweet. It’s gonna be so kick-ass.

I’ve set up the marquee in my backyard for a test run. Very nice. Four people put it up in about 20 mins. So at Meredith 10 inebriated people should be able to achieve the same effect.

IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!

You are cordially invited to a marquee Christmas party. In the tradition of Shay and Small ( Rhiannon)’s Christmas parties of old I’m having a shindig on the 23rd of December. The punch will be flowing and the turkey basted. Except I don’t actually know what that is. But I’ll try my best.
So come along bring a plate- preferably with food on it and a little kris kringle present to put under the tree.

December 23rd from 7.30 pm
See you under the big top

You get a prize if you are visitor 100.

People

FAMILY FIRST
Britney Spears and Kevin Federline snuggle with baby Sean Preston (born Sept. 14) at their Malibu home in an exclusive portrait for PEOPLE. The new mom's favorite time of the day with her 11-week-old son? "Taking an afternoon nap in the bed with him," - People magazine

Blasko-ed

Last night I went to see Sarah Blasko, I mean Julia Sheckleton, no Sarah Blasko. The highlight of my evening though, was musicall unrelated. While standing near the bar Heath handed me his drink to hold while he went to the 'bathroom', after a while I realised he had come back and was standing behind me..........drinking another drink. No, he hadn't forgotten he already had one and bought another, he hadn't been given another by soemone else........he had picked up someone elses drink from the bar! Eeew! I must admit I had drunk form a glass previously that wasn't so clean, but that was not my own doing. Hilarious!

Stubbsy is turning into a good fabric nerd. The first thing he noticed about the show was Sarah's dress. Not impressed.

Befor the gig we went to Chinta Blues, behind The Prince, for seafood laksa. (I hope that doesn't make you too homesick Joey.) I don't think I've been there for over a year and boy, I'd forgotten how good it was- and how filling. Could hardly move after it, and I didn't even get through it all.

Party Gazeebo

Alright! I've got a marquee! Woo hoo! Confirmed and paid for on ebay. Yes. So excited! Ebay makes any sort of purchase more exciting. Now we'll be the toast of Meredith.

Email to Mel

Morning!

I've been ever so busy the last month that it wouldn't have made much difference if you were around right at the moment, but now that some of that pressure is off all I want to do is sit around with you guys, cold beer and a bbq. I'm looking at buying a marqee on ebay for all the summer adventures we'll have together when you get back. I think it's the same sort of one that Rhett had at his 21st. The idea is to get it for Meredith, which is in only three weeks! So we can say "Oh, yeah. We're up in the marquee" and we can have exclusive passes and vip access. Should be heaps of fun. Heath and I have tix to the BDO as well, so we'll have to come back from the prom for a day for that. Gee. It's a tough life. The date's you've told Kate you're likely to come back is just when we get back from the prom for our two week break, but then we'll just have to head on back there so you guys can get a taste.
I saw your parents at the cafe at The Vat a couple of weeks ago, having a coffee with Jan and Mack. They're so cute and all such good friends, I'm glad to see it is possible to keep that fantastic friendship even when you get over the gossipy stage that I think we're still at. Or maybe gossiping is even more fun when you get older.
Was at the Wells' place this weekend for a big deckbuild-athon. They're redoing their deck all classy like with two levels and extending the top level all the way around the front of the windows in the long room. I'd say it would be done before you get back, but you never know if these guys will see their idea through in the estimated time allocated. Nah only joking. They're pretty good at getting stuff done. My life at this stage just has no time to set myself up with a project even one tenth that ambitious. I'm very impressed by that in them.

Make sure you get lots of sunshine on your travels and always take the path that will lead to the most adventures.

Skips

I sure suckered them in, and without any effort at all. After a dinner of bugs and crabs and a hard day of work for the men and watching them by me, after dinner entertainment turned to the box and who else but Kylie. And everyone neded up watching, without even knowing it they had been lured into my world of pop. I feel totally vindicated ( hop that's the right word). By the cover story in the eg this week. You should all learn that pop is no lesser deserving of your attentions. I know sometimes I go way past the point and do love some truly bad music. But not all pop is to be scorned.

The Drought

I've just downloaded all the photos from my camera and realised that I have been doing some great things, and some not so great, since my lapse in blogging. There was the spring racing carnival for one.
A huge day/night of proceedings involving Liz (and we all know what that means) happened on Cup Eve. It all started innocently enough with a fabric nerd adventure with my newest recruit Stubbsy, which lead to beers at the Swan, which lead to drinking airconditioning cooled Smirnoff blacks in the car, which lead to the TAB, which lead to beers at Eltham pub, which lead to Bar Open and the Hoodangers, which lead to things I'm not prepared to share with you here. Which lead to Ev and Pete's on Tuesday (Cup Day) with a fridge full of keg and a bbq. Jesus. Just remembering it all gives me a headache.

Then on the Thursday we went to Oaks. Loathe as I was to start drinking champagne at 9am. I managed without too much trouble and by the time we made it to Flemington I was pretty happy. This was my first experience of oaks day as a punter and not a totalizator, so I was determined to make the most of it and not go near a bookie. This mission was a chieved quite easily with the distraction of cheap and nasty champagne for exorbitant prices, and the little black book of trashbags.

I am, you are, we are Australian

I'm an Aussie. Oh yeah. And I love soccer. Man that game was sooooo good. Hilarious though, that our traditional girls night was dominated by sports. After Liz, Lena and I made ourself at home at Kate and Ad's the girls came back from netball. They lost the game, but are still in the finals of the lower half. Then it was time for the big game. So much tension, man. They may be able to play for 2 hours, buthey are such pussies. What with all their rolling on the ground clutching their shins or their heads it's a wonder they manage to get th eone goal per game. Our indoor soccer on the other hand is hard and fast and furious and rough, all girls even more so I'd say. I miss playing. So when you guys get back, you know who you are, you'd better be up for the next season. I was hoping that acombination of bad back and shouting myself hoarse over the game would make for no work for me today, but I had to soldier on, not so hot. Hayley fixed my back tonight though. She's just finished up a Thai massage course and three weeks in Byron. Until now I hadn't realised how white my feet were. I have to get out into the sun, or just grab some 'brown in a bottle'. That's the end of my very random thoughts for the moment.

yesiree

This counter thing isn't working out too badly. At least I've found out it's not just me who likes to catch up with what I've been doing. Turns out maybe I should put some effort in, maybe write about something that is actually interesting. Unfortunately I'm not very interesting at the moment, but that's all about to change. Mwehahah!!! Everyone has to watch the soccer tonight-GO AUSSIE GO!. Not that we neccessarily have a chance of winning, but soccer is cool and it might motivate you to come play out int he park with me some time. Heath you'll have to come and sort out this net/goal situation for me so that when the weather kicks in for real we can wheel that out for our kick about.

I'm back

I've got my computer back now, so There should be a few more update shere. Unfortunately I'm going through a busy patch with work though, so I don't have much to say at this point. Save to say I've realised I have absoloutely zero social skills. I guess that's why I like blogging, out there in he web world of nerds with the same problem.
Ah let's see.... the exhibition went well, still up this weekend for a last chance look for anyone who hasn't seen it. I went to the speigletent. Yay! It always takes me so long to get there, but I love it so much. We went to see Dennis and Hamish do a spot at the Swizzle club, and now they're getting in on some La Clique action. Hopefully we can get some tickets, 'cos as far as we can tell the whole thing is sold out already. The show is meant to be really good though. I hope we get to see it. I've got tix to the Cat Empire on the 2nd and hope to get there a few other random nights before it packs up and heads out of town. If anyone wants to go, especially those who haven't been before, I'll be more than happy to chaperone. Just don't let me drink myself stupid. Oh wait. Too late.

revenge of the kankle

Goddamnit! I've been in hibernation preparing for this show at the 'vat, plus all the other work I've had on, and just when there's finally an oportunity to go out again I screw up my ankle- again! So now I'm stuck on the couch, at least I have Will & Grace to keep me company, no rollerskating and no dancing. This time I will do everything possible to help it repair as quick as possible. So lots of icing, he he tasty, and elevation and rest, which you may know is not my forte. Bo-o-ring!

Art

Today. Could have been the second worst day ever. Following closely behind the day after Grand Final and Jessie's birthday. The opening last night was a smashing success. I felt like a real "artist". I was doing well and everything was going quite fine, till down in the kitchen Dan gave me a shot of what I can only expect was ouzo. And it all went down hill from there.
After much no sleep I had to go to work in "The 'Hoe" all day. So hung over. I thought I was doing ok 'till I got out of my car. And those of you who know me well will know what went on from there. So all day I was feeling like absoloute crap, making frequent trips to the bathroom, and doing everything else very, very slowly. Luckily I have four days before I have to go back there, so plenty of time to recover, get some work done at The Vat and hit it again.

The Montsalvat Trust has pleasure in presenting
The Young Montsalvat Artists
a collaborative exhibition of new works by
Nic George, Amy, August ,
Kate Connolly, Raphael Kilpatrick,
Lydia Wegner, Saxon Jörgensen, Lachlan Rose,
Anna-Lisa Unkuri, Damien
Opening 6pm Wednesday 19th October
until Sun 6th November
at
Montsalvat, 7 Hillcrest Ave Eltham, Victoria

It's Gold!

Thanks to everyone who came to The Prom last weekend for making my birthday so fun. You are all hilarious. And thanks for the blessing father Mark, and also to Lachie for the communion "gingerbread men".I still can't get over how good the weather was, especially after this week. Hot then cold, then warm, then freezing. To get two days of beautiful warm sunshine must have really been the gods smiling down at me. (And of course it's all about me.) It was the first time I've been down since the fire thoug, so it was amazing to see the damage it had done, but also the life that's coming back already. We always say we want a fire to sweep through making it impossible for us to leave at the end of our holiday, but this one came so close to the camp. It would have been really scary. Oberon looks like Mordor and the Loo-ern track doesn't exist anymore. Before it turns green again we absouloutly have to climb Oberon, and Ramsey for that matter, but to be able to see the other side of that mountain in this state would be amazing. Unfortunately booze and laziness always seem to catch up with me down there, and all I got to do on that front was drive to the carparka nd get out and have a look around. Next time I promise.
To extend my birthday celebrations Dalmy stylee I'm going to the soccer on Monday night to see the Melbourne Victory take on the NZ Knights. I think all The Jones' should come along, and anyone else who's interested. I've never been to a real sports event just as a spectator before, so I'm very excited. I still don't really understand this whole off side rule, and I've got no idea who any of the players are, but we're working on that. So get on down to Olympic park Monday night!

Pheoow.

What can be said about this past weekend? Maybe Happy Birthday Jessie, Happy Birthday Pete, Goodbye Soak and Hello to a world of drunkeness. I think that will suffice.

arrgh! 

Smiling at Strangers

I bought the new TZU album today and already I love it! Plus I got a bonus t-shirt to go with it. Can't go wrong there. Unless it's a boy t-shirt and baggy. "But you can just whip around it on the machine right?" well. right I could. But that sounds a bit like work, and if I actually buy, or get for free, clothes, I don't want to have to fix them. But i would do it for you tzu. Really is a great second album, branching out a little. Into a sort of music that i can really dig though, which is cool. It's not very often that when you like one bands kid of music, that they're e into another sort of music that you like, especially hiphoppers. They're all like "hip hop, yeah!" and stuff. So I"m going to go and see them again on Friday at the Ev. Haven't been to a gig there for ages either, so it should be fun.
I have a trivia question for you- "What biblically named pub in Fitzroy can be found directly opposite the 'labour in vain'?" (4,2,7)

Clearly it's the Perse right? Well not according to the letters 4 2 7. I have come up with Land of Promise, but clearly this place doesn't exist. I think the paper got it wrong, clearly they're not as cool as me, but if anyone is cooler than me and they know the answer let me know.

Punctuation is a funny thing isn't it. I have no idea how to use it, but I go through phases, such as now I love "quotation marks", just in case you hadn't noticed. I remember in grade 5 Ms. Turpin doing that verbal quotation mark business with her fingers. We all thought it was hilarious. Those boney alien fingers curling around the words. We also did philosophy in that class. I don't remember that. All I can envisage is sitting on our chairs in a circle, not at our desks. Now that's alternative thinking.

As well as buying a CD today I went to the physio, did half a day of work, donated blood and then just ate a whole lot of lasagne for Lena's birthday dinner. All in all a very productive day me thinks.

Avast!

Ahoy ye land lubbers! Today be International Talk Like A Pirate Day. And Nay, It ain't some blasted crazy idea We be comin' up with ourselves. There is some other piratous souls sailin' these seas with us who be sufferin' from the cabin fever. So polish your peg leg and darn your stripy socks. Arrr! We be on the search for pieces of eight and gold dubloons.

Sean Preston

Britney's Baby Name Revealed
POSTED: 9:21 am PDT September 14, 2005
UPDATED: 1:45 pm PDT September 15, 2005
Britney Spears and her husband, Kevin Federline, say they're "ecstatic" over the birth of their baby boy.
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Britney Spears Over the Years
"We are ecstatic to announce the birth of our son! Everyone is happy, healthy and doing wonderful. Thank you for all your love and well wishes!!" the couple said in a statement posted on Spears' Web site.
And since Access Hollywood was the first to report the birth on Wednesday, it's only fitting we give you even more new details about Britney's baby!
Britney and Kevin have named their baby Sean Preston and he weighed in at 6 pounds, 11 ounces.
Britney arrived to the UCLA hospital at 5 a.m. on Wednesday morning under heavy police escort with husband Kevin by her side. About an hour and a half later, mom Lynne and lil' sister Jamie Lynn showed up.
As far as her hospital accommodations – how does $20,000 per night sound?
A source tells Access that in addition to the pop star's fifth floor $3,000/night room that has a tented balcony, her family and security team take up an additional seven rooms on the floor.
The source also said that the healthy baby boy was born at 12:57 p.m. and that Britney's C-section scar is very small and very low.
Britney also has a private chef in a kitchen adjacent to her hospital suite that is there to make whatever she requests.
The rest of Britney's baby breakdown – Sean Preston has a head full of dark curly hair and mom Britney has begun breastfeeding.

It's a boy!

Britney and Kevin announce birth of son on website; they are 'ecstatic'

Canadian Press
September 15, 2005


NEW YORK (AP) - Britney Spears, who sang "I'm not a girl, not yet a woman," is now a mother - and she's "ecstatic" about it.
"We are ecstatic to announce the birth of our son! Everyone is happy, healthy and doing wonderful. Thank you for all your love and well wishes!!" Spears and her husband, Kevin Federline, said in a statement posted on the singer's website.
The baby was born Wednesday by caesarean section at the UCLA Medical Center in Santa Monica, Calif., with Federline by Spears' side in the delivery room, Us Weekly magazine reported.
No other details were available. A phone call by The Associated Press to Spears' publicist Thursday wasn't immediately returned.
Spears' website includes an option for fans to "Send Your Best Wishes" to the couple. The proclamation, "It's a Boy!" sits beneath a photo of Spears and Federline kissing.
The baby is the first child for the 23-year-old pop star and Federline, 27, who has two children with ex-girlfriend Shar Jackson.
On Thursday, Spears released her new fragrance, Fantasy. She says it was created with "all kinds of enchanting scents" including "lush red lychee" and even a "hint of cupcakes, white chocolate and jasmine."
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There are some new photos up now, but we've lost some older ones. If anyone has a problem with this I suggest you beat up Ev. He knows everything about computers, so when something goes wrong it's obviously his fault.
Right?

Just got back from Sydney and still have that hating to be home feeling. Arriving home at 11pm and being at work at nine the next morning probably wasn't the best way of avoiding this. No buffer period. Had a great time though sunshine, swimming, walking, shopping, drinking, eating. A thoroughly good time. I got to see the amazing house Marcus has built too. It's so incredibly beautiful. Photos just can't do it justice, but I look forward to the day when it is discovered by vogue living. If anyone can make it work I'm sure they could. My photos can give you a bit of an idea at least.

From one adventure to the next though- what about my birthday? I'm struggling to think of a theme for dressing up so send me a line if you've got any ideas. In case you've forgotten it's the weekend of October 1st and 2nd. Everyone is invited. It'll be great!

Not so perfect anymore

As you can see i have a massive kankle. It is without a doubt the most pain I've ever been in. I went up for a massive header at soccer and came down on the side of my foot and an audible crack. Even the ref heard it. After multiple profanities i had to be 'stretchered' off, but 'cos we only had four players to start we had to forfeit if I couldn't go on. I had to lay down on the bench even. My ears were ringing with that floaty pre pass- out buzz and then I felt like I was going to throw up. Gee was it bad. Now is not a good time to not be able to walk either, or dance for that matter. Big party for eri's going away on Saturday, everyone's invited, and then on to a plane on Wednesday for a holiday in Sydney. I'm sure that will play havoc on the old inflamation.

Add to that the fact that now I'm homw alone, no Passions to keep me company, that bloody heartbeat, no mobile reception, still have to sort that one out, no calls to mobiles from one home phone, no anything from the other and it doesn't make for a very pleasant day so far. It will definitely be a good weekend though. Warm days, no work( unexpectedly), partying it up on Saturday and then two footy grannies at Whitten oval starting 8.30 Sunday. Should be a ripper!

I'm finding it more and more ridiculous how out of control I can get myself without too much effort. I don't know what happens to me every now and then, but I can go through extended periods of hermitude, remaining very conservative and controlled and then- BAM! I'm off and nothing can stop me. I guess it's got a lot to do with work. When I'm busy I knuckle down and can't afford to spend any time doing anything but the project at hand and as soon as that's responsibility is gone it's ON. Needless to say I'm on a bit of a rampage at the moment, but don't expect it to last too long.

Yay dress ups! 

Hmmm

I my new regime of drinking often and in excess i set Myself a new benchmark on Saturday - twelve hours straight. Gee I'm a bogan aren't I. That was a rhetorical question. I didn't want you to answer it! I caught up with Ev at the pub for a few beer about 3ish. I must not have seen him for a really long time 'cos he commented on my hair colour and it's been the same for a while now, hasn't it? Then Pete joined us and then Liz and Tars and then just Liz and I -the stayers. So off we went to the bottle shop to pick up a slab and some of those premixed shots business. Man they were bad, but my sister drank one so they must be for the kids.
Then we started going throught the dress ups for the circus party Heath had been kind enough to invite me to, and I in turn invited Liz. So Heath and B came over to access my vast array of costumes and we spent the next few hours getting ready and waiting for Lachie and Len to come pick us up. Gee we looked great by the time we got there. And yes I was dressed as the girl who rides the ponies. Thanks for noticing. So we spent the evening drinking and dancing and fighting- you may or may not remember that Elizabeth- and finished off some time after three. And then spent the next day watching Viva La Bam and generally not thinking too much. Next Saturday is out tot he Corner for TZU an The Vascoe Era so it will probably happen again, and then next week I'm off to Sydney. I hope I'm still alive for my birthday. By the way 1st and 2nd of October at the Prom, theme to be decided, BE THERE!

First stop in the inaugrual damming trip was that old favourite- Sugarloaf Reservoir. That's right, the place of picnics and sailboats and a freezing cold, icy wind blowing in from the hills. Interesting fact to note about this dam, that it is pumped from both the Yarra river and the Maroondah aqueduct. There are also curious little concrete box thingys on the wall of the dam.  

I'm not sure if you're aware, but Elizabeth and I are now certified damologists. The weekend found us begin our new mission in life- to visit every dam of the Melbourne water catchment. There are the big ones you all know and love of course, but we want to get to know the less prolific, yet no less crucial, dams of our city also. The trips may be sporadic, but if you are intereste din joining us on our quest let us know and we can include you in our adventure alerts. 

If I get drunk tonight please don't let me near my phone.