Point. Hen. Cha.

My weekend wrap up…

Friday night was my first night out in the area in looking at buying, my property background sends me in to do 3 months of research before signing any dotted line, so each weekend I’m going to try and hang out in the locale’ I must try out the pubs (also the cafes, boot makers, butchers and fruit shops), all the important issues for me.

I had the pleasure of enjoying the company of a couple of cool cats, it’s so unbelievably refreshing to be hanging out with a couple guys that are interesting, intelligent and witty… Gotta love that!
I’m concerned about one of my girlfriends, I haven’t seen her in a few months (busy schedules on both parts), almost every sentence she started with *insert boyfriends name* and I went here. *insert boyfriends name* said this. Me and *insert boyfriends name* are going there sometime…. Later the group of us were talking about relationships, I hope she is happy in the relationship not just a relationship…

Saturday was another week of back to back open house inspections, I’m so relieved Vikki accompanies me, gives directions and confectionary. I feel conflicted being ‘the purchaser’ I’m used to being the agent. We had a bit of time to kill between OFI’s, there we were sitting and drinking outside a pub at midday, all class us gals. Who do I see? A guy I went to school with ‘Julia, you changed your name? Did you get married?’ ‘Uhh… It’s N; yes I changed my name, no, no marriage’ thinking, I only saw this guy a few months ago and he has been texting Julia to go out for coffee for months – strange.

Then I had to dress up for the hen’s night, I was dreading this night, the hen’s night that I will only know the bride to me and her mum. The night that girls believe gives normal young ladies permission to dress and act like skanks for the night and I’m just not into it. To my pleasant surprise it was all lovely, I was seated between a vivacious girl and the bride to be’s mum. Dinner was at Wildfire, I had to take a second during the night to simply gaze over the table through the windows at our Opera House, lit up with white lights, how lucky are we. Dessert time, Wildfire has some of the best deserts, the soufflé is unbeatable! No one was ordering dessert! Ahhh! Major issue! I wanted to soufflé I don’t really know anyone, I can’t be the only soufflé eater, I yell out over the table to the hen, she agreed to share with me, the yummiest soufflé, the other girls missed out. In your face! Yum!

Location change for the hen’s celebration, Opera Bar, once again, attention was drawn to the beauty of this city, sipping a glass of red while peering over to the bridge… I didn’t last too much longer, 5 blonde English girls didn’t talk to anyone other than themselves and a couple of her work colleagues turned their back on me and the other girl that only know the bride. Why do girls do that over the age of 13?

Sunday morning, up bright and early to meet the girls, Julia and Jules for Yum Cha, yummy Chinese food after a night of drinking – perfection. I’m so jealous, Jules is going to be working in Dubai. Great food, great company and Luke Ricketson is so much better looking in person. Then there was a stroll through Chinatown and the markets.

Exhausted, I went home to relax, watched Munich and made a couple of deals with myself. This weeks task… I’m to go 4 consecutive days alcohol free, Pilates 3 mornings; I start Fencing Tuesday and to make it all the easier, mother goes to Hawaii tomorrow.