15 years ago
Friday, October 28, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
My head hurts
I love the mid week outing, usually a lot more enjoyable with less expectations than a Saturday night. I went out for a couple of drinks with J. & G. 2 of the most fun boys I've ever meet!
J. is my age, went to his b'day party on Saturday night, G. his younger cousin, 19.
J. has a girlfriend (many actually) G. is always on the prowl therefore we attend venues where fake ID is prevalent. It makes me feel young & old at the same time.
I look at these young girls wondering if I acted this way (of course not) Then I look at their outfits and reminisce the days prior to hip development, according to J. I have child bearing hips - diet time! (see below post)
We have copious amounts of alcohol but, we are old enough now to know when enough is enough (aren't we?). The boys start work at 6.00am (ouch) therefore we leave as the line of adolescence grow out the door... The journey home sees J & I talking about music we loved circa 1992-1994. G. could not participate - he is young and adorable, J. & I asked each other if we were like that when we were 19?
I'm sure....
J. is my age, went to his b'day party on Saturday night, G. his younger cousin, 19.
J. has a girlfriend (many actually) G. is always on the prowl therefore we attend venues where fake ID is prevalent. It makes me feel young & old at the same time.
I look at these young girls wondering if I acted this way (of course not) Then I look at their outfits and reminisce the days prior to hip development, according to J. I have child bearing hips - diet time! (see below post)
We have copious amounts of alcohol but, we are old enough now to know when enough is enough (aren't we?). The boys start work at 6.00am (ouch) therefore we leave as the line of adolescence grow out the door... The journey home sees J & I talking about music we loved circa 1992-1994. G. could not participate - he is young and adorable, J. & I asked each other if we were like that when we were 19?
I'm sure....
A couple of phrases
I had a conversation with one of my girlfriends not too long ago about relationships, as she is my only other single gal pal and somewhat my "substitute relationship"
She and her sister exchanged opinions...
My friend doesn't want a relationship, just wanted somebody to kiss one night.
"You'll find someone one day" - "I don't want to find somebody" - "well that's how the world works" - "yes, that 50% of people get divorced and non-marrieds break up even quicker, but no one says that's how the world works, why can't we just be honest about it".
Its took me back to my trip to Czech Republic...
Why is it so many people have the opinion everyone need to "find someone" its like they think their live isn't valid until you have a significant other - my Aunty, "do you have a boyfriend?" "no" the look of surprise and pity, then the ultra quick reassurance "you'll find someone"
Quotes I found today...
"I'm refusing to enter a relationship for the sake of one"
"A partner should complement, not supplement, your life"
She and her sister exchanged opinions...
My friend doesn't want a relationship, just wanted somebody to kiss one night.
"You'll find someone one day" - "I don't want to find somebody" - "well that's how the world works" - "yes, that 50% of people get divorced and non-marrieds break up even quicker, but no one says that's how the world works, why can't we just be honest about it".
Its took me back to my trip to Czech Republic...
Why is it so many people have the opinion everyone need to "find someone" its like they think their live isn't valid until you have a significant other - my Aunty, "do you have a boyfriend?" "no" the look of surprise and pity, then the ultra quick reassurance "you'll find someone"
Quotes I found today...
"I'm refusing to enter a relationship for the sake of one"
"A partner should complement, not supplement, your life"
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
I'm on a health kick
I tried the healthy options for lunch today. I thought I'll buy some wrap bread, grab the Thai beef salad and make my own wraps, this should, of course be healthy and cost effective.
I go to the little mini-mart. No wraps, travel down the road to the organic supermarket, thinking it shouldn't be more than $2 more - wrong. 5 wraps $4.90 as opposed to the $1.99 for a pack of 8 at Coles. I purchased organic cos lettuce @ $2.90 (fair). Down to the corner store to get my favourite Thai beef salad. Sold out. Unbelievable, the only salad (of substance) and with out noodles nor pasta was a seafood salad.
FYI Seaford salad organic wrap is not recommended.
I go to the little mini-mart. No wraps, travel down the road to the organic supermarket, thinking it shouldn't be more than $2 more - wrong. 5 wraps $4.90 as opposed to the $1.99 for a pack of 8 at Coles. I purchased organic cos lettuce @ $2.90 (fair). Down to the corner store to get my favourite Thai beef salad. Sold out. Unbelievable, the only salad (of substance) and with out noodles nor pasta was a seafood salad.
FYI Seaford salad organic wrap is not recommended.
I had a dream
I seldom remember my dreams the next day, but this one has stayed with me...
I dreamt I had bought a crisp white Christian Dior shirt for a man. I handed over the gift all wrapped beautifully, he slowly unwrapped the parcel, the label showed, the excitement built, he thanked me, he hugged me, he kissed me...
There are 3 positives I can take from this dream:
No. 1. I have a man to buy a present for (other than my dad).
No. 2. It's an expensive gift, therefore my financial situation looks to change.
No. 3. I'm wrapped up in this man to buy an expensive gift.
Christmas is only 2 months away, maybe I'll meet this elusive gentleman between now and then (or next Christmas - I'm easy).
I dreamt I had bought a crisp white Christian Dior shirt for a man. I handed over the gift all wrapped beautifully, he slowly unwrapped the parcel, the label showed, the excitement built, he thanked me, he hugged me, he kissed me...
There are 3 positives I can take from this dream:
No. 1. I have a man to buy a present for (other than my dad).
No. 2. It's an expensive gift, therefore my financial situation looks to change.
No. 3. I'm wrapped up in this man to buy an expensive gift.
Christmas is only 2 months away, maybe I'll meet this elusive gentleman between now and then (or next Christmas - I'm easy).
Monday, October 24, 2005
Looking for a new home - week 2
I should have learned from last week not to take mum with me!
Stop one Saturday morning, Woollahra on the cusp of Bellevue Hill, a dream to live here. An older style building, top floor, views over Cooper Park. It is mortgagee in possession, renovations 65% complete, so unfortunate I can not purchase as the valuation wouldn't come up as $40,000 would need to be spent and of course valuers can not see the future value :-( x 1000. What do I do when I see a great buy? Call my ex-boyfriend (carpenter) and advise of the great potential purchase - I haven't spoken to T. in 4 months and no hesitation in picking up the phone when I have something commercial in mind...
Another pitfall, no parking - I want parking. No, I need parking. For this particular area I may have compromised, but driving to the next appointment a little spider crawled across my windscreen. That's what happens if you live that close to a park! I would be the local pest services best customer!
Property no. 2 for the day, on the other end of town, on the border of my favorite area. The agent asked me to take my shoes off! Has he ever watched SATC!?!? My shoes don't come off! I would understand if it's a multi-million dollar house with cream/white carpet, but no, dark carpet. Another one I'm not interested in. I'm narrowing my search criteria - can't live there...
Only one other property for the day - this one I had my heart set on. A 1 bedroom unit, with parking, balcony, the bathroom not off the bedroom, polished floors, 3 years old. There had to be something wrong with it. Yep. No. Window. In. The. Bedroom! Who the hell designed this thing!!!
Stop one Saturday morning, Woollahra on the cusp of Bellevue Hill, a dream to live here. An older style building, top floor, views over Cooper Park. It is mortgagee in possession, renovations 65% complete, so unfortunate I can not purchase as the valuation wouldn't come up as $40,000 would need to be spent and of course valuers can not see the future value :-( x 1000. What do I do when I see a great buy? Call my ex-boyfriend (carpenter) and advise of the great potential purchase - I haven't spoken to T. in 4 months and no hesitation in picking up the phone when I have something commercial in mind...
Another pitfall, no parking - I want parking. No, I need parking. For this particular area I may have compromised, but driving to the next appointment a little spider crawled across my windscreen. That's what happens if you live that close to a park! I would be the local pest services best customer!
Property no. 2 for the day, on the other end of town, on the border of my favorite area. The agent asked me to take my shoes off! Has he ever watched SATC!?!? My shoes don't come off! I would understand if it's a multi-million dollar house with cream/white carpet, but no, dark carpet. Another one I'm not interested in. I'm narrowing my search criteria - can't live there...
Only one other property for the day - this one I had my heart set on. A 1 bedroom unit, with parking, balcony, the bathroom not off the bedroom, polished floors, 3 years old. There had to be something wrong with it. Yep. No. Window. In. The. Bedroom! Who the hell designed this thing!!!
He has taken the hint
Dr D. Yep again....
After many invitations to join him for dinner (only date was in March 05) and who could forget the comment in July 05 "my name is filed away with the cob webs and all the other men you don't call back" It wont even be in 06 baby...
P.S GV = Gorgeous Vixen
"Well GV, dinner tonight, Sat, next month or 06 miss N"
After many invitations to join him for dinner (only date was in March 05) and who could forget the comment in July 05 "my name is filed away with the cob webs and all the other men you don't call back" It wont even be in 06 baby...
P.S GV = Gorgeous Vixen
A stray comment
My girlfriend recently got engaged, She did however have a great little story to tell... She had a workmate who booked a function center for her wedding. She is single, but, you know, these things book out well in advance. She had to cancel the booking as by the time she had to pay the deposit she was still single.
"The Play" Oops "The Musical"
I went to see Urinetown on Friday night - Horrible name *shudder* the musical was entertaining. I haven't laughed that much in a really long time. The best $30 I've spent in a while.
I can't believe some people... A mobile phone rings towards the end on Act 1, an adolescent chickie not only answers the phone but jumps up, runs down the stairs of the small theatre and makes a huge noise trying to exit the theatre, to no avail she continues the conversation at the door - this rude action does not go un-noticed by the audience and is "the talk" during intermission (she was also wearing track pants with Ugg boots pulled over the top, a singlet and a bright pink short cardi with some extravagant jewelry - fashion?!?!?)
After the musical I joined the cast and crew for a drink at Bondi Hotel, couple glasses of red and the first time having a drunken so-and-so thrown out of the pub it was one great night out!
The Broadway musical that takes the piss - in every sense. Its a Privilege to Pee... Urinetown - The Musical is a satirical tale of greed, corruption, love and revolution which both celebrates and spoofs the best of Broadway musical conventions. The show tells the story of a town caught in the midst of a water shortage, in which citizens are forced to use public, pay-per-use urinals or face banishment to Urinetown, a mysterious place where people seem to be lost forever. As the townspeople band together to fight the evil president of the urinal monopoly, two young rebels find love.
I can't believe some people... A mobile phone rings towards the end on Act 1, an adolescent chickie not only answers the phone but jumps up, runs down the stairs of the small theatre and makes a huge noise trying to exit the theatre, to no avail she continues the conversation at the door - this rude action does not go un-noticed by the audience and is "the talk" during intermission (she was also wearing track pants with Ugg boots pulled over the top, a singlet and a bright pink short cardi with some extravagant jewelry - fashion?!?!?)
After the musical I joined the cast and crew for a drink at Bondi Hotel, couple glasses of red and the first time having a drunken so-and-so thrown out of the pub it was one great night out!
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
My Favorite Animal
Why is it so many people think I'm strange when I tell them my favorite animal is a cow!?!?
I will challenge anyone to find a more useful animal.
- We can get milk, cream, yogurt, butter;
- Cheese hmmm I love cheese;
- We can eat them - nothing better than a $5 steak;
- We get suede and leather for shoes, belt, jackets etc.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Looking for a new home - week 1
The time has come, I'm now looking for a new home to call my own.
I have too may years experience in looking for property for other people, leasing real estate, selling properties and looking to purchase development sites. All commercial discussions, now it's time for me to do it for myself...
I can conservatively say I have looked at over 2000 properties in the greater Sydney region and I have decided the Eastern Suburbs is going to continue to be my home.
Having my finger on the Sydney Real Estate market has it's advantages and disadvantages - I know what's out there... Altona, the house in Point Piper my old office sold for AU$28,000,000. The 2 bedroom units in Bondi I would catch a disease if I cooked in the kitchen. The terraces in Paddington I would have to go outside to use the toilet (until I renovated). The 3 bedroom units in Coogee I wouldn't feel clean after having a shower. The studios in Elizabeth Bay that I would have to share the corridors with the more "interesting" demographic of society.
Last weekend was my first weekend out looking, armed with my list of potential 1 bedroom units, with parking in my modest price range, all in chronological order and doing the 15 minute dash between inspections. I made the HUGE mistake of asking my mother to join me, mum has no concept of time and Saturday morning traffic (Once upon a time I was able to conduct 13 open house inspections in 1 day).
Off we go, first stop in North Bondi, didn't even bother stepping out of the car. The building looked a cross between ghetto, old school building and school building turned housing commission. NO.
Next stop, Woollahra, my second favorite suburb in Sydney, the description was 1-2 bedroom. WTF!!! Was the 2nd bedroom going to be on the balcony? What ever happened to s55 of the Fair Trading Act? (yes that is the correct section). It was dark in the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. NO. There was another unit for sale in the same building so up to the 5th floor, this one was a studio, I need separate bedroom. It was lovely and light, renovated kitchen and bathroom. As I said to mother dearest repeatedly. I need a separate bedroom. 3 days later mum is still saying I should consider it... Ahhrgg!
disheartened. We do a "drive by" a unit in Bronte, my favorite beachside suburb, I knew this property was slightly out of my range, by this I mean, I can afford it but I would be eating 2 minute noodles until my next pay rise - no quality of life, or maybe... I'll be wafer thin at the beach each day... Ahh, No. It looked like a cent hasn't been spent on the building since the mid 60's, I see high strata fees in the future.
One more for my first day of inspections. It is in a teeny tiny street that I can't even do a U-turn, a gorgeous block of 8 units, ground floor, I could look inside from outside, thinking this is great, I don't even need to contact the agent to arrange a time to inspect the property. THEN I realised "if I can see inside, do I want just any old stranger to be able to look into my home so easily" NO.
This week I have 1 property on my list I can actually attend, another property I am sending both my mum and my previous boss to look at on my behalf.
I have too may years experience in looking for property for other people, leasing real estate, selling properties and looking to purchase development sites. All commercial discussions, now it's time for me to do it for myself...
I can conservatively say I have looked at over 2000 properties in the greater Sydney region and I have decided the Eastern Suburbs is going to continue to be my home.
Having my finger on the Sydney Real Estate market has it's advantages and disadvantages - I know what's out there... Altona, the house in Point Piper my old office sold for AU$28,000,000. The 2 bedroom units in Bondi I would catch a disease if I cooked in the kitchen. The terraces in Paddington I would have to go outside to use the toilet (until I renovated). The 3 bedroom units in Coogee I wouldn't feel clean after having a shower. The studios in Elizabeth Bay that I would have to share the corridors with the more "interesting" demographic of society.
Last weekend was my first weekend out looking, armed with my list of potential 1 bedroom units, with parking in my modest price range, all in chronological order and doing the 15 minute dash between inspections. I made the HUGE mistake of asking my mother to join me, mum has no concept of time and Saturday morning traffic (Once upon a time I was able to conduct 13 open house inspections in 1 day).
Off we go, first stop in North Bondi, didn't even bother stepping out of the car. The building looked a cross between ghetto, old school building and school building turned housing commission. NO.
Next stop, Woollahra, my second favorite suburb in Sydney, the description was 1-2 bedroom. WTF!!! Was the 2nd bedroom going to be on the balcony? What ever happened to s55 of the Fair Trading Act? (yes that is the correct section). It was dark in the bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. NO. There was another unit for sale in the same building so up to the 5th floor, this one was a studio, I need separate bedroom. It was lovely and light, renovated kitchen and bathroom. As I said to mother dearest repeatedly. I need a separate bedroom. 3 days later mum is still saying I should consider it... Ahhrgg!
disheartened. We do a "drive by" a unit in Bronte, my favorite beachside suburb, I knew this property was slightly out of my range, by this I mean, I can afford it but I would be eating 2 minute noodles until my next pay rise - no quality of life, or maybe... I'll be wafer thin at the beach each day... Ahh, No. It looked like a cent hasn't been spent on the building since the mid 60's, I see high strata fees in the future.
One more for my first day of inspections. It is in a teeny tiny street that I can't even do a U-turn, a gorgeous block of 8 units, ground floor, I could look inside from outside, thinking this is great, I don't even need to contact the agent to arrange a time to inspect the property. THEN I realised "if I can see inside, do I want just any old stranger to be able to look into my home so easily" NO.
This week I have 1 property on my list I can actually attend, another property I am sending both my mum and my previous boss to look at on my behalf.
Monday, October 17, 2005
I can get away with anything wearing Cavalli
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.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Places I've been and want to visit - MONACO
MONACO - BEEN THERE
When I was in Monte Carlo, I expected Cary Grant-lookalikes and Brian Ferry impersonators and the Grace Kellys, but they seemed to have turned into Paris Hiltons.
The casino has a stunning position - below the palace of the ruling Grimaldi family and above the harbour that shelters the floating mansions of the rich and famous. Some of Europe's most expensive and desirable real estate clings to the cliffs and the casino's interior reflects the vast wealth of this most exclusive of principalities.
When I was in Monte Carlo, I expected Cary Grant-lookalikes and Brian Ferry impersonators and the Grace Kellys, but they seemed to have turned into Paris Hiltons.
The casino has a stunning position - below the palace of the ruling Grimaldi family and above the harbour that shelters the floating mansions of the rich and famous. Some of Europe's most expensive and desirable real estate clings to the cliffs and the casino's interior reflects the vast wealth of this most exclusive of principalities.
The gambling palace was built in 1863 and was designed to attract the world's richest people. It still does its job, luring the kind of people who regularly dine at the nearby Louis XV, which has a wine cellar with more than 300,000 bottles. I did however find a great bottle for a bargain price of EU30 that I shared with CC while observing the interesting crowd.
The casino has the inevitable poker machines in the American Room but the European Room is just for roulette, baccarat, chemin de fer and other traditional games. Then there are the private rooms for the very private people who don't want anyone to see them adding to or subtracting from their seriously vast wealth. When I visited I only spent EU10!
After my little adventure with the rich and famous in the casino's I was luck enough to meet French Alex, my holiday romance.
The casino has the inevitable poker machines in the American Room but the European Room is just for roulette, baccarat, chemin de fer and other traditional games. Then there are the private rooms for the very private people who don't want anyone to see them adding to or subtracting from their seriously vast wealth. When I visited I only spent EU10!
After my little adventure with the rich and famous in the casino's I was luck enough to meet French Alex, my holiday romance.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Maybach Exelero
There are no words to describe the beauty...
With a price tag of AU$8,000,000! Speachless!
I now have an alias...
From this day, and forever more, I will be known as:
With compliments Dr D
Oh gorgeous deluxe rev-head goddess
With compliments Dr D
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
Looking for a new home
Well is has come to that time in my life that I move out of home.
I wont have a romantic partner to move in with so I have 2 options a nice 1 bedroom unit or a midiocca 2 bedroom unit. Purchasing a 2 bedroom unit and sharing with some one has crossed my mind, especially with how fun some peoples experiences are... Finding the right person to share my new den of inequity, advertise in the shared accommodation? One movie always comes to mind Single White Female and I think no.
I decide a 1 bedroom unit is the way to go... The next few months are going to be hard work - aiming to purchase January 2006!
(There we have it - it's in writing, I can't go back now)
I wont have a romantic partner to move in with so I have 2 options a nice 1 bedroom unit or a midiocca 2 bedroom unit. Purchasing a 2 bedroom unit and sharing with some one has crossed my mind, especially with how fun some peoples experiences are... Finding the right person to share my new den of inequity, advertise in the shared accommodation? One movie always comes to mind Single White Female and I think no.
I decide a 1 bedroom unit is the way to go... The next few months are going to be hard work - aiming to purchase January 2006!
(There we have it - it's in writing, I can't go back now)
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