*sniffles*
Well Melbourne was great... though my 4 star dive was a bit of a disappointment! Particularly the next day when I went to Melanie's 4 star hotel, The Carlton Crest... I was so pissed everyone thought it was hilarious & Nat bought me coffee to make up for the loss.
Got to the airport & bumped into friends there who were on their way to QLD, half their luck, QLD weather... Lauren & Graham & I sat around chatting, Graham the sweetie bought my breakfast because there was no Maccas & I was beyond pissed... had saved up my WW points all effing week for it. We got carried away talking & next thing you know our flights are boarding, I ran out for a final fag & as a result almost missed my plane... came back in & my flight was closed. I ran like a mofo & was prepared to turn on the tears if need be but luckily they let me on, I barely had my seatbelt on when the plane started leaving!
I was rather joyous on the flight, all solo, footloose & fancy free.. & joy of familiar joys, listening to Radio Q (the inflight radio channel) & they played Sarah 'All But Gone' :)))
I got off the plane & stepped into weather I cannot recall since visiting Canada in the dead of winter. To say it was cold would be a ridiculous understatement. Within 30 seconds of stepping outside & lighting my cigarette I couldn't feel my fingers. It was apparently only 8 degrees though I BEG to differ. Regardless, I left Sydney at 19 degrees & whinging about the cold there so you can imagine the rude shock when I stepped out at Melbourne an hour & a half later.
I caught a bus to my hotel then went out shopping. Met Jae later that night in a music store, we went back to the hotel & later out for dinner on Lygon St. Was a great night, strawberry daiquiris & D+M's abound... we then went to an English pub in the city for some live band & dancing... not realising we'd picked the night England was playing in the World Cup... so we beat a hasty retreat once the band had finished ;)
Next day my sister came over & we got ready for the wedding... it was a beautiful wedding & she looked gorgeous as always. In between wedding & reception we went to Chapel St & had pancakes for late lunch, then to Quat Quatta, the most beautiful reception house in all of Melbourne I would think! No expense was spared, it was just delightful... until 2 old Italian guys decided to get into a punch up at the wedding!! Frank's rellos no doubt. It was most hilarious... I was well & truly pissed by this stage care of Baileys & was cracking funnies left right & centre. Melanie my best friend was in hysterics... we also had an amusing table guest, she was either slightly schizophrenic or on Prozac, & possibly both... ashamed to say she caused much merriment at our table at her expense. She was a fruit though, really. The punch up occurred right near our table & with much pompous & elegant ceremony as his background, the son of the old dude who got dropped was screaming 'I WANNA KNOW! WHICH CUNT IS RESPONSIBLE HERE!!' I, standing & watching this amusing turn of events, raised my glass in toast to the table, saying 'Well ladies & gents this just proves at least one adage to be very true - you can take the girl out of the Western Suburbs, but you can't take the Western Suburbs out of the girl.' At which point, Fruito at the table gets off her mobile phone & says 'Ooh! That guy is bleeding... have I missed something?' It happened RIGHT NEXT to her ear. It took some help to get me off the floor after that.
The night ended with me deciding I'd best be sobering up or someone would be carrying me outta there. I retired to the front quarters to chain smoke & bitch with Melissa's cousin Simone abt the ridiculousness of saying 'I Do' twice ('No, realllly... I mean it this time' - ok, so we were both drunk & we were bridesmaids at the first. It was kinda appropriate.) We then went to the toilets with my sister & flashed all manner of private parts at Simone's request to reassure her that her pregnancy battle scars & war wounds were all normal & she wasn't the only woman in the world with thighs that look like she's been attacked by a jungle cat. And then we merrily went on home :)
I caught a plane home Monday morning, was sick by that night & then spent the whole next day in bed, completely flu-zapped! I slept a total of 27 hours before getting my sorry ass out of bed Wed morning & dragging it to work. The sleep has done me wonders though, usually when I'm knocked out like this it takes weeks to recover, but I already feel heaps better. Was so amazed that this sleep thing actually works that I tried it again last night, went to bed at 10:30!! (unheard of) & woke at 7:30 feeling even better than the day before. Will attempt to do this more often (sleep, that is.)
AngelBaby
xx
Got to the airport & bumped into friends there who were on their way to QLD, half their luck, QLD weather... Lauren & Graham & I sat around chatting, Graham the sweetie bought my breakfast because there was no Maccas & I was beyond pissed... had saved up my WW points all effing week for it. We got carried away talking & next thing you know our flights are boarding, I ran out for a final fag & as a result almost missed my plane... came back in & my flight was closed. I ran like a mofo & was prepared to turn on the tears if need be but luckily they let me on, I barely had my seatbelt on when the plane started leaving!
I was rather joyous on the flight, all solo, footloose & fancy free.. & joy of familiar joys, listening to Radio Q (the inflight radio channel) & they played Sarah 'All But Gone' :)))
I got off the plane & stepped into weather I cannot recall since visiting Canada in the dead of winter. To say it was cold would be a ridiculous understatement. Within 30 seconds of stepping outside & lighting my cigarette I couldn't feel my fingers. It was apparently only 8 degrees though I BEG to differ. Regardless, I left Sydney at 19 degrees & whinging about the cold there so you can imagine the rude shock when I stepped out at Melbourne an hour & a half later.
I caught a bus to my hotel then went out shopping. Met Jae later that night in a music store, we went back to the hotel & later out for dinner on Lygon St. Was a great night, strawberry daiquiris & D+M's abound... we then went to an English pub in the city for some live band & dancing... not realising we'd picked the night England was playing in the World Cup... so we beat a hasty retreat once the band had finished ;)
Next day my sister came over & we got ready for the wedding... it was a beautiful wedding & she looked gorgeous as always. In between wedding & reception we went to Chapel St & had pancakes for late lunch, then to Quat Quatta, the most beautiful reception house in all of Melbourne I would think! No expense was spared, it was just delightful... until 2 old Italian guys decided to get into a punch up at the wedding!! Frank's rellos no doubt. It was most hilarious... I was well & truly pissed by this stage care of Baileys & was cracking funnies left right & centre. Melanie my best friend was in hysterics... we also had an amusing table guest, she was either slightly schizophrenic or on Prozac, & possibly both... ashamed to say she caused much merriment at our table at her expense. She was a fruit though, really. The punch up occurred right near our table & with much pompous & elegant ceremony as his background, the son of the old dude who got dropped was screaming 'I WANNA KNOW! WHICH CUNT IS RESPONSIBLE HERE!!' I, standing & watching this amusing turn of events, raised my glass in toast to the table, saying 'Well ladies & gents this just proves at least one adage to be very true - you can take the girl out of the Western Suburbs, but you can't take the Western Suburbs out of the girl.' At which point, Fruito at the table gets off her mobile phone & says 'Ooh! That guy is bleeding... have I missed something?' It happened RIGHT NEXT to her ear. It took some help to get me off the floor after that.
The night ended with me deciding I'd best be sobering up or someone would be carrying me outta there. I retired to the front quarters to chain smoke & bitch with Melissa's cousin Simone abt the ridiculousness of saying 'I Do' twice ('No, realllly... I mean it this time' - ok, so we were both drunk & we were bridesmaids at the first. It was kinda appropriate.) We then went to the toilets with my sister & flashed all manner of private parts at Simone's request to reassure her that her pregnancy battle scars & war wounds were all normal & she wasn't the only woman in the world with thighs that look like she's been attacked by a jungle cat. And then we merrily went on home :)
I caught a plane home Monday morning, was sick by that night & then spent the whole next day in bed, completely flu-zapped! I slept a total of 27 hours before getting my sorry ass out of bed Wed morning & dragging it to work. The sleep has done me wonders though, usually when I'm knocked out like this it takes weeks to recover, but I already feel heaps better. Was so amazed that this sleep thing actually works that I tried it again last night, went to bed at 10:30!! (unheard of) & woke at 7:30 feeling even better than the day before. Will attempt to do this more often (sleep, that is.)
AngelBaby
xx