zimmer frames and the like!

And so wraps up a week of birthday love! I can not possibly begin to describe the horrific state of hungoverness that I was in on my actual birthday.. safe to say I was corpsed until well into the afternoon and even then proceeded to have a nanna nap about 4ish because getting up was all a bit too much!

Let me take you back to where it all started... in true getting older fashion I thought I would take the classy road and have a leisurely Sunday lunch with Crawf at Pettavel.. see below for what made it's way into my belly (times the glass of champas by 2 bottles).. it was all wonderfully wonderful, it was not so wonderfully wonderful when it all threatened to say hi again later...

Once done proceeded to Edge..

A-bel "gee it's late"

Crawf "it's only 6:30pm"

A-bel "fuck!"

After another bottle of champas and an amount of vodka I can not put a definite number on we trotted up to Wood Oven for some drunken nibbles... when we asked the twat working for a piccalo of yellow.. she said..

"ohh no we don't have those, I'll see what we have got though'..

5 minutes later she came back and said.. "we don't have anything like that but we have these little bottles of yellow"...

I proceeded to cry tears of laughter at the table (snot, mascara and eyeliner all down the face) and in the process of double dipping my turkish bread into the dip bowl, dipped it on the table instead... beetroot covered table.. Ever been asked to leave from wood oven??!! Anyone???!! I gave it a fair crack..

We weren't drunk AT ALL.... so walked gracefully up to Lambys, lasted 1/2 a vodka and cranberry.. into a taxi.. harassed said taxi man by showing him how far my arm would fit through the money barrier.. got home at 1pm.. passed out 1:01pm!

My hangover was made a little bearable by some gorgeous presents and a delightful carrot cake made by Megan "Donna Hay" Crawford..

On reflecting on my first week of being old I've discovered.. (see below for me reflecting)..

1) You bruise like a peach..

2) You become content going to Lambys with mascara down your face

3) Your eyes aren't what they used to be.. staring directly at sunsets become harder

and finally 4) you actually have the thought cross your mind to bring a nanna rug to sporting events...

Stay tuned for the next post about me using Crawf's bday present... a night out in Melbourne.. references to 'crabs', lesbian art and a Chinese piano player who played Beyonce's 'Halo'...

until then..

ex ohh ex ohh

10 degrees

it's 10 effing degrees in Geelong. This week I've managed to wear 5 layers and still be freezing, leave my phone at home twice (8 hours without my phone is TORTURE) AND to top it off unplug my laptop when it's time to leave work, put the charger in my bag, lock up my office, get in the car, get half way home and THEN realise I've left the actual laptop on my desk. It seems to be emerging I do not cope with cold weather very well... nor does my brain!

In the spirit of the weather here are 10 random, useless, bits of dribble for the week..

- I adore that one person who eats the yellow skittles so I don't have to

- I know a bundle about AFL but am going shithouse.. and I mean shithouse.. in my AFL tips/supercoach... I know nothing about the NRL yet am winning the tipping comp I'm entered into, which is run out of QLD where purely NRL supporters tip! Go figure!

- I STILL have not seen Avatar.. is it worth 3 hours out of my life?!!

- got 6 bottles of Sav Blanc for the price of 3. 3 sit empty. May need to go back for more.

- found choc fudge poptarts. Ate choc fudge poptarts.

- loves Callum from Masterchef, the fact he looks like he is going to cry adds to me getting sucked in to wanting him to win.

- Fav facey group of the week "I hate when I'm kicking around the footy and Richmond try and recruit me"

- Drove for 70kms with the petrol light flashing

- SERIOUSLY weighing up the pros and cons of purchasing a 'snuggie'

- The shining... 30 years on is still an effing freaky movie

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how much information is too much information?!!

I am currently in the process of recruiting a new member of staff to boss around (I'm a fair hard arse)!! Had a resume today and the woman had listed under personal information that she was a mother of two... great, no worries... I have no issue with this BUT why in frigs name would you list their names and ages AND on top of this who the frig calls their child Odin??!!

Thank you wikepedia for the following..

"The name is related toōðr, meaning "fury, excitation," besides "mind," or "poetry." His role, like that of many of the Norse gods, is complex. He is considered a principal member of the Æsir (Norse Pantheon) and is associated with wisdom, war, battle, and death, and also magic,poetry, prophecy, victory, and the hunt."

Is there not a line in Anchorman that says "great Odin's raven??!!"

I picture her practicing black magic?! I shall from now on be including a question when interviewing related to what you have called/would call your children... and yes it will be classified as the new racial discrimination!

And for the record yes, I am aware I have too much time on my hands!

End rant..... until more resumes come in!

Grooooooovin' the moo... or half of it at least!

So it's 10:03pm.... just a few hours short from the time I passed out last night in the DELIGHTFUL Haymarket motel... and by delightful I mean horrifically tacky (see below for the addition to the shower). The adventure of Bendigo Groovin' the Moo 2010 was full of surprises... one of the best days/nights I've had in a longtime.

Kicked off the roadtrip at 9am, 3ish hours later we arrived to this..

We put the horror of the granny nightie shop behind us and decided to have a delightful champagne lunch.. we picked an Italian pizza and pasta restaurant and weren't expecting much!! It was amazing... big tick number one

We wanted to get there in time for Illy so rang the taxi just before 2.. we had had texts saying the line was 4 hours wait long to get in, we just didn't believe it until we got close and saw the 5km long line.... WTF!!!!!! We made the quick decision and said "eff that" (we are alcoholics afterall) and made the taxi turn back around and take us to the pub, which he assured us was the 'rocking pub in town'. A quick walk through produced visuals of pokies and rsl type restaurant set up and we quickly bailed! Town being only a quick walk away we thought we would find a pub to settle into for the next few hours and head back to try GTM later...

45 minutes later we were still walking and by all accounts around in circles. Along the way we found, on reflecting what I can only pray was a bottle of goon amongst other things...

FINALLY... we found a little bar and ordered another bottle of champas and some cake..

Bottle number 2 down we set on our way to find one last pub to have a drink at before trying our luck back at GTM..

We were the only once in the Prince hotel and made friends with Chris the bartender who took it upon himself to make up a cosmo with a twist for us... it was a hideous twist that we could barely swallow... only in Bendigo would you think putting chartreuse in a cosmo would make it delicious #idiot!!!

We bailed on having to drink it and taxi-ed once again out to GTM... walked straight in, no waiting and with 2 bottles of champas, 1 corona, 1 piccalo and a few sips of the 'Bendigo slurry'.

As soon as we got there Funkoars came on and we were in heaven.. nothing beats live Aussie hip hop.. and although it didn't completely make up for having to miss Muph & Pluto and Illy it came damn close to a great start to the music..

We followed it up being squished in the crowd to see Empire of the Sun (wonderful), Vampire Weekend (a little disappointing) danced up a storm to Yacht Club DJs and belted out to Silverchair (Daniel Johns is freakin' AWE-SOME!!!) In between times... I got done for trying to smuggle smirnoff red cans and the man-ish female bouncer saw the one in my bag and the one down my bra... Megs got lucky and got sprung by the male bouncer who took the two cans off her and then slipped her one back on the sly (I DEFINITELY DREW THE SHORT STRAW)!!

So 8 smirnoff reds, 2 smirnoff blacks and 2 dirty festival burgers later I was near pass out stage... which I successfully managed not long after 11:30pm! The day may not have gone exactly to plan but ironically couldn't have planned it better if we tried.

On waking up this morning I promptly realised my body was making me pay for every drop of booze I drank yesterday... The drive home was potentially THE most painful drive ever.... corpsed doing 120kms down the Hume... Megs and A-bel Groovin' the Moo one day, Groovin' the spew the next.

If only all adventures could be so. Bliss!

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