A Free Tuesday

Tuesdays I have deemed my 'free night' I don't have any gym classes to attend and no other 'commitments'. It's a free day for whatever comes up... This week I was invited to a little house warming celebration at N's place. Funny, as I jumped into my inbox to jot down the address there was another house warming invitation from him for 2 weeks time? Big smile, I'm in the intimate dinner for 6.

I've said this a million times or more but I have the best friends dinner was delicious, yummy chicken with salad eg of the best mates ever: the salad was divided into 2 bowls, one with lettuce, sun dried tomatoes, avocado and shredded parmesan cheese the other bowl, fresh tomato and cucumber *squeals*

Happy Halloween?

Why do Aussies celebrate Halloween? I'll challenge any person who dressed up to explain in 25 words or less why.

BTW it's lollies, not candy!

Making a Decision

Sweet Navy Boy is (was) in town. He was flying in to Sydney at 1600 and shipping out the next day at 0800. He wanted to see me before leaving for 2 months. Tempting, I know our time together is always worthwhile... I declined with 'when you get back babes'.

I surprised myself at this.

With no other plans and shock revelation I then decided on going to the gym but when a application I have been working on for almost 6 weeks has finally been submitted my boss decided to take the team for a 'good work' drink. Who am I to say no? I said to myself one drink and I’ll go to the gym... 3 Vodka's later I decided to go home.

A Weekend

It's come and gone in a flash, my arm got the biggest work-out, well lifting a drink to lips is considered a work-out in my 'convenient theories for me'.

Friday night I did a drive by a friends house and By Jove I've never heard a story like it. A dialogue a soapie writer would pay top dollar. (Sorry guys, this one not going out there however much I want to tell!)

After an astonishing visit I met a few girlfriends for cheap and cheerful Thai in Chatswood. We compared dating stories and laughed about various chicky events and items. Fantastic! After a 2 hour seating when our meal took 15 minutes to inhale we finally decided on a new location to, to, lets face it. Drink. We headed to The Sheaf, it was a good crowd, not too many people. There was Miss Collegian Lips, Ms Fake Tits and many blokes who enjoyed staring at both. How I love people watching. After 2 vodka black ice (lolly water, it sounded good and refreshing at the time) I did the bolt.

Early, too early. 8am I was at the gym in preparation for my totally booked day. I ran a couple of errands before meeting my wonderful friends at Hyde Park for the Food and Wine festival - why aren't these things on every week? It was such a great day! The best company, sun shinning bright, lovely music playing in the background, I recall 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' a couple glasses (I use that term loosely as plastic cups doesn't roll off the tongue as well). I tried rabbit for the first time and had my first sweet delight form Burke Street Bakery. A bit too much sun on my shoulders and white wine going to my head I headed home...

After approximately 1 hour of relaxation i.e watching a bit of The Blues Brothers it was time to get ready again. One of the girls in the finance department invited me out on a cruise her friend was orgainising. No matter how many times I say 'harbour cruises never live up to expectation' as soon as I have an invitation to be on our stunning harbour for a night I can't refuse? Hmmm... I had two of my girls in tow and dressed ha, here's a story - Work friend said to colleague 'don't wear jeans' I wore a pretty dress only to find out at the steps about to board the function was Black Tie. Faux Champers works on that embarrassment.

We all had copious amounts of champers, so much that the cruiser ran out hehehe... Food was 'okay' dessert was better, the DJ should be shot and I spent a good portion talking to a guy whose a personal trainer taking mental tips. Always looking out for myself. My girlfriends fighting off Irishman. One of them told me is was the rudest person he had ever met - I was just happy I understood him through the drunken slur. And hey, who's more rude?

The afterparty was at The Vault, a nice little day time bar in the middle of the CBD, I say again day time. It got to 1am and I hot the wall and escaped into a taxi, mental calculation, I think I had 7 champagne's or, should I say minimum. I had an argument with the taxi driver on the way home. What taxi driver doesn't have change for $10 I ask???

The next morning, seedy as all hell I got up and went to the gym again. Came home and did a few more errands before meeting my date for the afternoon. We met at The Olympic before the Sydney FC v Central Coast Mariners game (me being Sydney supporter Central Coast) rivals so early in the getting to know you stages. Hair of the dog and over to the game, which we won! YAY!

Afterwards we had a couple drinks at one of my favourite daggy goodness pubs in Paddington, sitting and chatting on the big read leather couches. We then had pizza for dinner and shared a bottle of red (so easy ordering pizza - bliss), 70's and 80's tunes playing in the background. After dinner we decided on a nightcap up the road a little further. I was determined not to have a late night, Wednesday did a number on me, he mentioned he was still recovering 2 days later and it was Sunday night after all. We kissed good night in the moonlight and arranged to see each other again at the first mutually convenient night... Me likey.

A weekend to replicate.

No Bellowing Smoke.. Steam-ey!

I had my second date with the boy*; he offered to cook me dinner at his abode, a smile broke across my face like I was a 16 year old girl again.

Wednesday night I went directly to his place after work, conveniently located less than 3 minutes down the Hwy, armed in my usual inappropriate working attire and carrying a bottle of red that I purchased earlier this year when I was at the Hunter Valley**. I felt a little belly flip walking up the stairs to his front door.

He had only been home a little while, he poured us a glass of wine each and commenced cooking me dinner. Great conversation while in the kitchen, I caught my self a few times with my eyes exploring his body with a smile.

The night went by in a flash. We kissed, just kissed for hours... He walked me to my car, kissed me again and we arranged to see each other again on Sunday afternoon***.

Next morning, I was in a conference and my mind kept wandering back to flashes of kissing him, my lips running along his neck. More.

*I haven't come up with a nick-name yet and he deserves more than just an initial
** Yes, this means I like him
*** I'm assuming this means he likes me too

Cause Ive Got You Under My Skin

Last Sunday afternoon I attended High Tea for the first time - I can't believe I'd never attended before. I coaxed my friends into spending the $40 for sparling wine, tea, cakes and scones and how was it you ask? Let me digress...

It was a warm Spring Sunday afternoon, my girlfriend and I dressed in understated attire, we walked up the dark wooded stairs illuminated by tea candles along the stairs. The jazz band were playing Sinatra, I've got you under my skin, we were led along the beautifully decorated Victoria Room to our table.

I've Got The World on a String playing in the background while we were being severed our sparling pink wine.

The 3 tiered display was placed on the end of our table, a delightful array of sweet and savory. The sandwich triangles with crusts removed, there were 4 tasty treats each delicious morsel better than the last, we had a vodka iced tea to complement while an Opera singer accompanied by a pianist was serenading the room. To finish the delightful afternoon a scone with cream and jam.

Such a wonderful afternoon... And to top it all off, a goodie bag to go.

I've Got Sunshine

Date night. Yes, Saturday is renowned as 'date night' and after too many months I actually had a date for date night.

We met last weekend, I gather he is a 3 day rule man. We planned for dinner.

Drinks for starters while entertaining a little get to know you better chit chat and deciding on the cuisine for the night.

We went for dinner, he suggested a bottle of wine to share (score!). We all know I'm a prime target for advertising with a 'tasty treat' on the menu I had to have it. Little fishies with their eye's staring up at us. Not at all what we expected...

Conversation was blissfully easy, he's intelligent, polite, well traveled and attraction (score!).

After dinner we went to a nearby bar for another drink. I felt oblivious to the surrounding crowd.

1am was fast approaching, how time flies. The car park was closing, he offered to walk me to my car (score!), I showed my appreciation by offering a lift home.

He jumped in my car, I usually have a standard disclaimer not allowed to judge my music. He said 'Otis Redding? Can I put on my favourite song?'. I'm always surprised when someone actually knows who Otis Redding is, seriously going well in my books.

We kissed good night, a kiss I can still feel... A kiss I long to feel again.

I made it known I would like to see him again. Wednesday night. He has offered to cook me dinner, or laugh at him trying to cook something.

I'm looking forward to it.

* Screw the deal breakers - he's younger and shorter than me. He goes my a mono-syllabic name.

*insert witty tittle*

My house sitting stint came to a holt this week. I'm now back on the east, my home.

The last week at the office has been inconceivably tense. It's all over the news.

I came home on Monday, poured myself a glass of wine and sat on the lounge, I slid down to the floor and started to cry. I still don't know why.

On Thursday night I had dinner with HJ, talking a million miles trying to catch up on the last 3 weeks. I miss working in the city.

My romantic life is on idle. I told the boy 'friends that kiss'. It's easier.

I've been speaking to the ex too frequently. He was seeing my friends sister when we broke up only to get back togetehr several months later. I found out last night.

I've attempted to go to the gym on 3 occasions this week. Sleep prevails. I'm getting chunkier.

It's almost 2.30pm on a Saturday afternoon, beautiful weather and I'm still in my PJ's. I can't fathom having a shower.

I hardly have time nor inclination to update my diary lately. I can't remember what's been happening. This week I'll be back on track.

This Is Totally Goining Into My Blog!

My Latest Awesome Addiction

It's October Already?

Where did the year go? It fells like only a month ago I was walking to the beach each day, enjoying brunch with friends and looking for a job - since then I've had one full time job and already a month into a new role in another company. How did this happen?

How is it I haven't had time to write a blog post in over a week...? I feel distracted, I can't focus on anything. I should warn this post will be more disjointed than usual.

Since my adrenaline charged 'WTF happened there' of over a week ago I've been in hiding, not to say the event hideously affected me, surprisingly 2 days later I was fine. It's interesting the only person I wanted to talk to about this issue I've lost all rapport with, she is probably the only person who's been around long enough and knows me inside out to undersatand and give objective advice. Funny, we both know whats happening in each others worl even though we're not in contact direct. How life unfolds.

I've been generally moody the last couple of weeks, still not over what ever it was bothering me a while back. Things can only improve right?

So, I'm house sitting again and I'm not participating in my usual house sitting challenge of 'how much weight can I loose' or 'how many dvd's can I watch'or 'how many men can I fuck', I am however liking the idea of exploring this are. As a self confessed eastern suburbs snob the north shore in ingrained in me to be disliked. It's not so bad... Yes, since I've been here (just over a week) I've spent only 2 days over this side of the big bad bridge. What can I say, my life is in the east.

It is 'pretty' here, it's also a fucking mine-field of men I have dated, shagged and well all of the above. I hate the fact the most direct route between work and my temporary abode is via D's place, the crush I satisfied and thought *he* was interested in me too... I'm the inadvertent stalker - almost despise myself.

My health has taken the oddest turn of events. My usual monthly visit came a week and a half after the last. No idea why, can explain why I'm in so much more pain than usual. I want it over already.

The last post was my 800th. I can't believe it either. Who would''ve thought I'd continue anything for longer than 3 months? Not me. 800 posts - what a non event.

3 guesses ladies and gents! Which internationally recognised, national television personality was Miss N flirtatiously exchanging smiles with last week?

It occured to me at 8.35pm Sunday night I said 'I love you' to Mr J. How did that happen?

I always wondered how my online live would integrate into my IRL, Saturday was the first instance of a friend who reads my blog mentioning an action (a fun one) that I don''t want my real life to know about. Why not just say next time that I fucked his best friends and we've been able to keep it a secret for over a year and a half! That one best never come out.

Speaking of which, I wasn't really but anyway... Over the last couple of nights I've had flashes of *him* fucking me. Wait, images coming back to me with his firm, warm, sweaty body pressed hard against my skin. I'm gasping for air. Body contorting... Hmmm I reach over to his phone and call his friend to come join us.

Over the last couple of weeks I've had the most horrible of thoughts. Seriously kids brace yourself. All may be revealed early next year.

Dead Man Walking

Press play while reading (worth it to hear Teddy for 2 seconds and, well you'll see)



I saw Dead Man Walking the opera version on Thursday last week, interesting. A man facing the death penalty turned into an opera. Actually come to think of it opera is all about love, tragedy and death. 2 boxes ticked here.

This production includes one of (in my opinion) the best operatic voices Australia has to offer, Teddy Tahu Rhodes. His voice is string, penetrating, the hairs on my arms stand on end... The casts members did their job, in saying that I wasn't sold on the entire production. I admit, I was bored.

The set was impressive to the naked eye, on closer inspection it was scaffolding, whatever does the job.

Unfortunately the house wasn't at capacity but fortunately for us we were upgraded to A class reserve. My recommendation, hire the dvd.