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:
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.
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
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.
posted by LuSh at 3:57 AM
3 Comments:
Only 6 more sleeps till you have to leave and get me!! Then you will need AA!!!!!!!!
I remain jealous. Maybe you could get replica captain caps as reminders of what all your lovely friends missed out on?
I think I need you to do another 30th birthday party later in the year with me. Next weeks one can just be your practise run.
Cuddles for Sammy... kiss on the cheek for Daz... For you - just my best wishes and all my love...
Welcome back to blogging.. I missed you!
The Bomb.... I'm counting the days hunny, just have to remember to collect you from the airport (could already have smuggled Smiley to my place by then so she doesn't kill her family), then it's on like Donkey Kong baby. Don't forget the hair tie just in case the call of the bowl is too strong. PS should we have cocktails after dinner?
Mel... when have we not had a party!! Don't need an excuse to keep us up until long after the sun sets and then rises, I'm sure we'll be doing it alllllll over again once we drag your ass down here.
PS saw a shirt for you last week 'born to fish, forced to work' was very tempted!
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