This weekend past with a blur. Today is at a snails pace...
Friday night
I went to my local with J, what a way to finish a hard week of hard work. A $5 steak and a bottle of merlot. We met a couple of locals who sat opposite us on the lounges, nice couple of guys. By nice I mean, I didn't mind them interrupting our conversation and didn't want to practice relocating feng sui to the other side of the pub.
We, of course conversed the usual topics - Where do you live? How old are you? What do you do for work? Where are your boyfriends? The 5 typical getting to know you questions...
G. pulls out his phone to show me the building he is working on (this of course happens when ever I meet someone in the building/construction industry after I explain my line of work) what does this little photo say "Beau Monde" OMG! The building I work at on Saturday & Sunday! What a very small world it is...
As per usual any guy J. & I meet together the man's interest is directed at J. I keep telling myself that it's because I'm more introverted then her.
Our conversation somehow steered to whether we would consider working in Iraq. G. Sure! A. & J. - no way! Me, sure! My theory is: If any work place is going to pay US$8,000 per day they are going to keep me safe. This was the turning point of G.'s attention to me. I'm fully aware of this...
A long island iced tea later, J. is telling me she would like to head off home - I didn't want to, so for the first time in my life. I stayed at a pub relatively under the influence with 2 strangers.
G. is giving me complements left, right & centre. I adore it. I haven't had compliments like this since my holiday romance... Your beautiful. Your skin is so soft. That colour brings out the green in your eyes.
We danced to 70's and 80's music in a pub that doesn't have a dance floor and by anyone's standards the music not loud enough. 1.30am comes upon us and I decide to walk home (no worries, a walk home from my local is only 3 minutes, even in 4" heels).
G. & A. offer to walk me home. G. has invited me back to his place a couple times during the evening. How very tempting it is - it's just not me...
He kissed me at my door, my neck hurt, he is 7 foot! Asked when he could see me again, we hadn't exchanged numbers "I said you can call me" expecting him to then ask for my mobile number, he said we should meet at the pub again on Friday night - I can't I'm going to a play. Wednesday night it is... Another passionate kiss and I bid him good night knowing I wont see him again.
Saturday night
Saturday night started like any other night out with a girlfriend...
Wore: Cavalli leopard print top (this top makes me look busty) DKNY black knee length skirt, 4" stilettos I purchased in Dubai and Red Balenciaga bag.
The clock hotel in Surry Hills was full of boys, cute boys, quickly realised these were cricket boys and my attention was diverted to choosing between a bottle of red or a bottle of bubbly. Bubbly it is. We were chatting away about my morning of open home inspections - I needed a drink.
The footy was playing in the background Australia v New Zealand. The Kiwi supporters were louder than the aussies. Unbelievable and sad, however I stand by rugby league is over after the grand final!
Once we had finished our faux champers and bowl of fries *blush* we went on a mission to find some cheap and cheerful laksa - the closest Thai restaurant didn't have laksa on the menu!?!?! It's always a few uncomfortable minutes discussing "should we stay or should we go". We go...
Jumped into a taxi to our next destination a C-list celeb party at Bayswater Brasserie at the cross. A farewell for a Sydney PR agent. The guest list (the invitation was sent via email and was CC'ed not BCC'ed - very bad form) it read like the social pages of the Sunday papers. My care factor for knowing these people is zero but somehow I find it entertaining watching and listening to the conversations about "me" "me" "me".
After a vodka cocktail and sending many text messages to a friend and giggling like school girls we reminded ourselves that we didn't satisfy our appetite.
Prague! The crumbed mushrooms are to die for! A glass of wine to complement. Of course I love the Czech accent of all the waiters ;-)
We text messaged too many people to come join us (never send messages to people while intoxicated), our next destination, Dancers (no link for obvious reasons). Ladeez get in free - Love it! Meet a couple of the dancers freshening up, the muscles these girls have from dancing is unbelievable - I will look into lessons!
Our time was due to expire, there is only one place to go after a strip club, that is Retro. Yes, we went to Retro, paid $20 each for entry (what happened to the days when covercharge was $5...?). We danced, and danced, and danced till our feet were sore... I do recall holding a bottle of beer and taking swigs... 2.30am came upon us and our requested song hadn't played and thought enough is enough. Left Retro and the 5 hens parties surrounding us for our next adventure of trying to get a taxi, 45 minutes later (and a couple phone calls to a friend asking if he could pick me up) we finally find a taxi...
Sunday
Woke up at 7.15am ready for a sleazy breakfast at Double Bay followed by shoe shopping at Cosmopolitan shoes.
Worked the afternoon away looking forward to chocolate pizza and a good catch up with my girlfriend V. who just came back from her holiday through Europe.
Friday night
I went to my local with J, what a way to finish a hard week of hard work. A $5 steak and a bottle of merlot. We met a couple of locals who sat opposite us on the lounges, nice couple of guys. By nice I mean, I didn't mind them interrupting our conversation and didn't want to practice relocating feng sui to the other side of the pub.
We, of course conversed the usual topics - Where do you live? How old are you? What do you do for work? Where are your boyfriends? The 5 typical getting to know you questions...
G. pulls out his phone to show me the building he is working on (this of course happens when ever I meet someone in the building/construction industry after I explain my line of work) what does this little photo say "Beau Monde" OMG! The building I work at on Saturday & Sunday! What a very small world it is...
As per usual any guy J. & I meet together the man's interest is directed at J. I keep telling myself that it's because I'm more introverted then her.
Our conversation somehow steered to whether we would consider working in Iraq. G. Sure! A. & J. - no way! Me, sure! My theory is: If any work place is going to pay US$8,000 per day they are going to keep me safe. This was the turning point of G.'s attention to me. I'm fully aware of this...
A long island iced tea later, J. is telling me she would like to head off home - I didn't want to, so for the first time in my life. I stayed at a pub relatively under the influence with 2 strangers.
G. is giving me complements left, right & centre. I adore it. I haven't had compliments like this since my holiday romance... Your beautiful. Your skin is so soft. That colour brings out the green in your eyes.
We danced to 70's and 80's music in a pub that doesn't have a dance floor and by anyone's standards the music not loud enough. 1.30am comes upon us and I decide to walk home (no worries, a walk home from my local is only 3 minutes, even in 4" heels).
G. & A. offer to walk me home. G. has invited me back to his place a couple times during the evening. How very tempting it is - it's just not me...
He kissed me at my door, my neck hurt, he is 7 foot! Asked when he could see me again, we hadn't exchanged numbers "I said you can call me" expecting him to then ask for my mobile number, he said we should meet at the pub again on Friday night - I can't I'm going to a play. Wednesday night it is... Another passionate kiss and I bid him good night knowing I wont see him again.
Saturday night
Saturday night started like any other night out with a girlfriend...
Wore: Cavalli leopard print top (this top makes me look busty) DKNY black knee length skirt, 4" stilettos I purchased in Dubai and Red Balenciaga bag.
The clock hotel in Surry Hills was full of boys, cute boys, quickly realised these were cricket boys and my attention was diverted to choosing between a bottle of red or a bottle of bubbly. Bubbly it is. We were chatting away about my morning of open home inspections - I needed a drink.
The footy was playing in the background Australia v New Zealand. The Kiwi supporters were louder than the aussies. Unbelievable and sad, however I stand by rugby league is over after the grand final!
Once we had finished our faux champers and bowl of fries *blush* we went on a mission to find some cheap and cheerful laksa - the closest Thai restaurant didn't have laksa on the menu!?!?! It's always a few uncomfortable minutes discussing "should we stay or should we go". We go...
Jumped into a taxi to our next destination a C-list celeb party at Bayswater Brasserie at the cross. A farewell for a Sydney PR agent. The guest list (the invitation was sent via email and was CC'ed not BCC'ed - very bad form) it read like the social pages of the Sunday papers. My care factor for knowing these people is zero but somehow I find it entertaining watching and listening to the conversations about "me" "me" "me".
After a vodka cocktail and sending many text messages to a friend and giggling like school girls we reminded ourselves that we didn't satisfy our appetite.
Prague! The crumbed mushrooms are to die for! A glass of wine to complement. Of course I love the Czech accent of all the waiters ;-)
We text messaged too many people to come join us (never send messages to people while intoxicated), our next destination, Dancers (no link for obvious reasons). Ladeez get in free - Love it! Meet a couple of the dancers freshening up, the muscles these girls have from dancing is unbelievable - I will look into lessons!
Our time was due to expire, there is only one place to go after a strip club, that is Retro. Yes, we went to Retro, paid $20 each for entry (what happened to the days when covercharge was $5...?). We danced, and danced, and danced till our feet were sore... I do recall holding a bottle of beer and taking swigs... 2.30am came upon us and our requested song hadn't played and thought enough is enough. Left Retro and the 5 hens parties surrounding us for our next adventure of trying to get a taxi, 45 minutes later (and a couple phone calls to a friend asking if he could pick me up) we finally find a taxi...
Sunday
Woke up at 7.15am ready for a sleazy breakfast at Double Bay followed by shoe shopping at Cosmopolitan shoes.
Worked the afternoon away looking forward to chocolate pizza and a good catch up with my girlfriend V. who just came back from her holiday through Europe.
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