The last week of October was a week of flooring the pedal--- socialising, babysitting and holidaying. It was that go go mobile that I didn't have a chance to post about it. So, fancy an update? Let's backtrack a little, shall we?
On the Tuesday before last (being the 26th of October, for all of you squinting and scratching your head trying to remember when that was), I met up with Miss Glamela, my super smart, scarily similar and chic friend who's risen like a phoenix from the depths of relationship break-up despair to triumph and snag herself a rock solid (emotionally and physically) Navy Man. Besides our weekly email rendezvous, we haven't actually met up for at least 2 years.
Amongst all the highly constructive girl talk, we shared stories on how we react when her Navy Man and my Man from Mars do/say the wrong thing:
"The window becomes my best friend" Miss Glamela admitted with a sheepish smile
"I examine my finger nails and look everywhere but at Man from Mars!" I declared.
We're such females.
[Miss Glamela:]
On the Tuesday before last (being the 26th of October, for all of you squinting and scratching your head trying to remember when that was), I met up with Miss Glamela, my super smart, scarily similar and chic friend who's risen like a phoenix from the depths of relationship break-up despair to triumph and snag herself a rock solid (emotionally and physically) Navy Man. Besides our weekly email rendezvous, we haven't actually met up for at least 2 years.
Amongst all the highly constructive girl talk, we shared stories on how we react when her Navy Man and my Man from Mars do/say the wrong thing:
"The window becomes my best friend" Miss Glamela admitted with a sheepish smile
"I examine my finger nails and look everywhere but at Man from Mars!" I declared.
We're such females.
[Miss Glamela:]
The next day, my sister and I baby sat for the grand kids of her previous boss, who's actually a grand old Judge with a wicked sense of humour and a glamorous and musical wife. Two adorable little boys, two years old and five years old respectively-- with so much joyful energy and verve that two hours later, we were completely shattered. I resisted the urge to crawl into bed with them when their bedtime finally rolled around at 7:30 pm. Parents are so underrated.
What I also learnt on that night is that I've completely forgotten how to play Duck Duck Goose. In my mind, I could remember running around a circle and tagging someone and someone else rejoining the circle, and so on. But in practice when it came time to play, I got totally confused and played it all wrong. The two year old toddled over and dropped down on his haunches, his short legs straddling my outstretched leg. He stared into my eyes willing me to understand:
Bath time? I requested hopefully.
What I also learnt on that night is that I've completely forgotten how to play Duck Duck Goose. In my mind, I could remember running around a circle and tagging someone and someone else rejoining the circle, and so on. But in practice when it came time to play, I got totally confused and played it all wrong. The two year old toddled over and dropped down on his haunches, his short legs straddling my outstretched leg. He stared into my eyes willing me to understand:
Bath time? I requested hopefully.
[Playing "We're catching the bus to China" with my sister:]
Then on the Friday of that week Man from Mars landed in Sydney at 9:30 pm. In the meantime I had a lovely dinner with Ms CalmFarm at the Winery, Crown Street. We both had sirloin steaks, with fries and a killer (unnecessary, but who can resist) dessert to end. When Man from Mars finally arrived, it was the end of a longggg day and our conversation pretty much went like this:
Man from Mars: I've been running around all day! I ran from the meeting, to the airport for my plane, then when I got off the plane I ran to the station and ran for the train!"
Me: Yeah you're kind of smelly. (Immaturely, I pinch my nose and lean away from him, following which he tries to smother me in a hug.)
The next day we drove up to Port Stephens and enjoyed a three day getaway at the Oaks Pacific Blue Resort in Port Stephens (http://www.oakshotelsresorts.com/Site.aspx?pid=96). I kid you not, this is one of the rare times where the pictures promised on the website were as good as the real thing. Great weather, a fake beach, a fake lagoon that meandered all the way around the resort, excellent food, and everything you could possibly need within 200 metres of your room. You have to go. And a quick word of advice, when you lather on the sunscreen, don't forget to the bit under the edge of your bikini-- I forgot and was left with a bikini outline branding that hurt every time I lay down.
[The fake beach and lagoon:]
Me: Yeah you're kind of smelly. (Immaturely, I pinch my nose and lean away from him, following which he tries to smother me in a hug.)
The next day we drove up to Port Stephens and enjoyed a three day getaway at the Oaks Pacific Blue Resort in Port Stephens (http://www.oakshotelsresorts.com/Site.aspx?pid=96). I kid you not, this is one of the rare times where the pictures promised on the website were as good as the real thing. Great weather, a fake beach, a fake lagoon that meandered all the way around the resort, excellent food, and everything you could possibly need within 200 metres of your room. You have to go. And a quick word of advice, when you lather on the sunscreen, don't forget to the bit under the edge of your bikini-- I forgot and was left with a bikini outline branding that hurt every time I lay down.
[The fake beach and lagoon:]
The rest of the week has been equally fun. On Tuesday, it was the Melbourne Cup by day (Americain won) and the Twelfth Night by night. My workmates and I went and saw it at the Opera House Playhouse. Incredibly funny, modern and adapted to reflect a 21st Century pop culture slant, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I will concede that I missed bits because of those tricky Shakespearean monologues, but really, unless you're a literary professor wannabe, you won't get every single word.
Yesterday was Sezrah's baby shower and the J-Grad and I hauled our bums down to Jannali for some baby welcoming celebrations. We had a lovely time marvelling at Sezrah's rotund baby bump, chatting with some other young mums and playing with gurgling babies, toddlers and their toys:
CONGRATS SEZRAH! ONLY 2 MONTHS TO GO!
[The J-Grad. She cuts her own hair. I know, it's amazing:]
My sister the Super Chaffeur drove me there and picked me up, and by the time she had to go back into the city a third time, she was, you could say, a little car-red out. We wound our way back into Angel Place and enjoyed the Brandenburg Orchestra showcasing Mozart's greatest love songs (http://www.cityrecitalhall.com/events/id/636/Mozart-Love-and-Paris/). The tenor, a German fellow called Markus Brutscher, swept us all away into a romantic reverie, as he ended the night with a lullaby that he sings to his young daughter when he's halfway across the world. Swoon.
So there we are then, all up to speed.
Have an excellent Sunday, won't you? xx
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