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

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