your daddys rich - your momma's a pretty thang
mmm - the sweet sweet taste of caffein in the morning. oh how i LOVE THEE.
my weekend was equal parts nutcase and alcohol - each aided and abetted by the other. it was great.
after the emotional rollecoasdter that was thrusday i scooted off early from work on friday and met up with andrew for lunch.
i mis sthat boy, and it had been too long! h is kiking it in is new job "2 sense", the entrepeneur card suits him well, and he was glowing. i guess i would be to if my partner and i just signed a $60,000 contract for my first jpb.
Oh - and with the option of a 50/50 profit split.
he looks GREAT.
did i say that already?
after Andrew *sigh*, i went and bought recordsm, and was generally a money spemding machine until i met up with housemate Christine and we had dinner, gossip and alc. it was a night to start early. and finish late.
met her new bf (after Runaway Ryan, ranaway), he seemed sweet. we heade dup to the Troubador to see MAG and EofF.
got stamps, Met Misha (i think that was his name), and Aunty Vicky. MAG were great - so pleased and blissed they were FINALLY able to get there tails up here after to many mis attempts in the past...crammed on the stage though - it was sardine city.
after they played i bailed with Bri so she could do her DJspot - queue emily shimmying to Weezer. and numerous giggling.
bailed on the Depot, and ran back to troubs, before bopping off to Jet. i must say that this was a sponsored event. AKA free. it was loud, sweaty, and i started to sing Lust For LIfe at one stage.
this is where it gets hazy.
between asking S about 'did he really go to the Infant School that Mary Donaldson went to' and 'oh your mum was a journalist too' and mildly freaking him out with the knowledge garnered from Aunty Vicky and bouncing off to the Depot i managed to dance (and drink) up a storm - so much so i was a whriling dervish till 4.30 am.
i drew the line at Roxy Music.
grabbed Bri and went and got FatBoys brekky.
my head it the pillow at 6am.
scooted off after
my weekend was equal parts nutcase and alcohol - each aided and abetted by the other. it was great.
after the emotional rollecoasdter that was thrusday i scooted off early from work on friday and met up with andrew for lunch.
i mis sthat boy, and it had been too long! h is kiking it in is new job "2 sense", the entrepeneur card suits him well, and he was glowing. i guess i would be to if my partner and i just signed a $60,000 contract for my first jpb.
Oh - and with the option of a 50/50 profit split.
he looks GREAT.
did i say that already?
after Andrew *sigh*, i went and bought recordsm, and was generally a money spemding machine until i met up with housemate Christine and we had dinner, gossip and alc. it was a night to start early. and finish late.
met her new bf (after Runaway Ryan, ranaway), he seemed sweet. we heade dup to the Troubador to see MAG and EofF.
got stamps, Met Misha (i think that was his name), and Aunty Vicky. MAG were great - so pleased and blissed they were FINALLY able to get there tails up here after to many mis attempts in the past...crammed on the stage though - it was sardine city.
after they played i bailed with Bri so she could do her DJspot - queue emily shimmying to Weezer. and numerous giggling.
bailed on the Depot, and ran back to troubs, before bopping off to Jet. i must say that this was a sponsored event. AKA free. it was loud, sweaty, and i started to sing Lust For LIfe at one stage.
this is where it gets hazy.
between asking S about 'did he really go to the Infant School that Mary Donaldson went to' and 'oh your mum was a journalist too' and mildly freaking him out with the knowledge garnered from Aunty Vicky and bouncing off to the Depot i managed to dance (and drink) up a storm - so much so i was a whriling dervish till 4.30 am.
i drew the line at Roxy Music.
grabbed Bri and went and got FatBoys brekky.
my head it the pillow at 6am.
scooted off after