It's my Birthday!

Shit.

Dirty Thirty.

Ramblings

Yes the interweb is once again at my disposal, and now (as at 11pm) I think my poor damaged brain cell and much maligned flag waving liver may now allow a little creative juice to flow... possibly.

Christmas day was pretty crap (as it is when you have some bronchitisy/laryngitisy drag queen sounding, pack a day smoked coughing lurgy and you're at work). Hence Boxing day ended up with me drowning my sorrows in mucho quantities of red wine.

NYE also involved work, as did Jan 1, so last night there was revenge to be had once again.

Smiley flew down from Sydney to play for a coupla weeks of r&r (or aa more likely). Dropped off some of her stuff to her mums, ducked over to pick up the bosses hubby, checked in to a room at work and did much running amok at Taste of Tasmania.

Highlights include:

• Bottle upon bottle upon bottle of Heemskerk Jansz delicious sparkly goodness (far too many to count... I'm sure we should actually be dead today)
• Divine cocktails mysteriously appearing on the table in front of us ladies (I use the word ladies VERY sarcastically)
• A Seafood platter from a stall that neither Smiley nor I could identify to the six people who asked us where we got it from
• Bosses hubby falling on his ass just because standing up got too hard at some stage
• Other truly appalling behaviour that's probably just best forgotten

Bosses man unfortunately had to start work at 7am... throbbing head and all... I'm only going to send him pity because the rest of us escaped unscathed.

How us girls survived without headaches, melting livers, or any intestinal pyrotechnics will forever remain a mystery. We DID try to drink a bottle of water with most of the bottles of sparkling... who knows, they might actually be right about that whole drinking water thing.

Taste of Tasmania 2006-2007 will forever remain a happy if somewhat fuzzy memory... apologies to any/everyone I offended. I don't get out much... now I remember why.

Other highlights so far this year.... sucking up to the team of DSK Comifin (an Italian yacht crew from the Sydney to Hobart) and scoring a true team cap (yes I'm easily pleased and I likes free stuff, specially from extremely hot men).

End of last year highlight.... halfway through the staff party the boss deciding we could charge spirits to the tab (never seen people shift over to a bar so damn fast) and me making it home from the staff party with free accommodation, free movie tickets, ferry tickets to Maria Island and a couple of bottles of plonk richer.

Seven days and counting until the dreaded 30th. Poo.