So the multicultural party was a hoot! I got BLIND drunk within 2 hours with the help of lethal slash revolting Carlton draft stubbies and at least 10 glasses of free champagne. From around 3pm onwards because the formalities were a mid day function (insane? I know. Australia is weird sometimes), my memory is virtually blank.
Apparently we walked from the function to a pub in the city which would have been a good 20 minute walk... I do not remember this and I am SO sure we took a tram. Apparently we walked into the wrong pub and lost someone in there.. I do not recall this either. I know I was literally clinging on to Jatin and talking to him for a very long time but what about? Who knows. Seriously I was full on blitzed.
I do remember leaving the pub in an emotional very drunk mood. I don't remember getting on the tram home but I do remember a very plump woman running from man to man with her mobile showing them a pictue of her child asking them if they wanted to be his baby daddy. And when I say woman I mean 15 years maybe??? Very young. Very big arse. Very little future.
On the tram I also bought a guitar. Ops. Need to pick that up tomorrow. Or get Kev to. It's currently at st kilda DC much to my displeasure. It's far away and the guitar is heavy and they refused to redeliver. I am thoroughly displeased with Australia post. Grrr. I shall be getting out my pen of rage for sure. Let the letter writing anger begin....
Then there was Christmas eve!! I went over to Rodney's who is a friend from work to meet his wife and his son. And ooooh myyyy days. His son is the most beautiful little boy in the world ever. And it's not just me who thinks so!! The boy has trophies to celebrate his gorgeousness. He also, much to my own jealousy, has a wooden rowing boat in his room. I would LOVE a rowing boat in my room!!!
His wife is also so lovely. An amazing little family they have there for sure. And the pizza we had was well good, the garlic bread practically orgasmic!! And yes Rodney.. Now I have seen him in the flesh I do kind of fancy Michael but shhhhh ;-P
At the end of the evening we went on a little tour of williamstown to see the Christmas lights and where they were married. Very cute and epic lights!!!
Then all of a sudden it was Christmas day. Kev was mainly a twat lol. He refused to wake up until 12.30 then was sat rolling a massive cone until 1.15. He refused to help me clean the flat (I took a bin bag of rubbish out of the front room it was that messy), wouldn't wash up after I made breakfast, and wouldn't do anything but smoke weed all day.
I on the other hand cleaned the whole flat, spent $60 on getting and cooking a huge English breakfast, then went out for 2 hours into what I found out the next day was a massive massive storm that included a tornado!!! I didn't see the tornado but I was sat on my thinking place wall in the worst down pour I had been in since Thailand when I saw hundreds of bolts of lightening hitting the city and crashing all over the ocean. It was an amazing sight. And then it started to hail HUGE hailstones the size of golf balls. It was a very crazy weather day that day, especially as it started out gorgeous and ended with damaged property and a soaking wet me.
Boxing day was the best. I maintained a traditional Aussie boxing day by going to the first test match at the MCG. It was friggin brilliant!!! I got to see Warner and Ponting, two of my favourite cricketers do some excellent batting before being caught out, but the best bit was making a new friend called Ray. He is HILLARIOUS!!
We pretty much spent the entire match just talking and doing Mexican waves. If it wasn't for him I reckon I would have had a well boring day because I went on my own and the cricket commentary was 4 minutes behind the actual game. Life saver he was! And so funny. We were talking about getting my tattoo in Thailand and he mentioned I might get HIV from dirty needles, then as loud as you like in front of kids and a group of Eton college boys, he shoots his hand up an shouts HIGH FIVE TO AIDS!!!! What a legend.
Today is washing day. So I am typing to you from the laundrette with my fingers crossed praying I haven't bleached my clothes.. You see I didn't read the label on the conditioner and I poured quite a lot of concentrated, undiluted fabric softener straight onto my clothes. Apparently you aren't to do that. With big black capital letters. Oopsy.
After that though it's getting my drink on time! I have a Miss Ballard coming over so drink on and bitching on calls.
WASHING UPDATE: appears to be fine. Now in tumble dryer.
So. Pancakes. Discovered I really bloody like them after all. Ooh how my pallet has changed. However. I am SHIT at making them. I have made 5 so far with the first two turning out more liquidy then I had anticipated, the 3rs very small, the 4th mainly jut sticky dough and the 5th simply burnt.
I would very much like to achieve massive fluffy ones like I get from 2 doors down. But I'm not sure that's possible. Ho hum.
Back to the gym tomorrow!! I haven't been since last Wednesday and I am feeling ugly and fat. I have also been told by the gym man that the roll of fat I want rid of oh so badly won't shift with exercise. So surgery it is. So much to save up for. Laaaame.
Well I tell you what, I will do some more writing to you on new years day from Bondi beach :-D I might drown a little bit so I can get rescued by former home and away star who played Sam who is now a bondi beach life guard :-P naughty Rowlands.
See you for kids and I hope you had a wonderful Christmas.
WASHING UPDATE: two lads from the Eton college just walked in!! What are the odds!! And all clothes are dry apart from one green top that never ever dries... Why?!?
