HALF EATEN BREAD AND 2 BOTTLES OF WINE!

Hangover Friday!!!! Great night last night, I went out with one of the ladies from work. Gabrielle - Dutch, from Amsterdam. Very sweet, very European. She even has a pair of rubber clogs that smell like tulips! She moved into Bondi last weekend so we decided to go for wine at this great wine bar that Vanessa told us about called "The Shop", drank a couple of bottles of a fabulous Barossa (can't remember the name but it was something Murray or Murray something) Must have again. Yum yum. Second bottle in a little drunk, ok a lot drunk! and then of course, (those of you that know me, know me) where to next? Round the corner to the Pub and more wine. Maybe not such a good idea. Gabrielle pretty much passed out there. It was sooo cute. Her boyfriend Billy kept touching her on the knee and she didn't react, so he would go back to his conversation and this went on a few times till finally it was decided to end the night. Stumble, stumble, off I went and I obviously made it home cause I woke up in my bed with a half eaten piece of bread. Always taking care of my self trying to soak up the wine. They say that wine and bread go well together, no?

Zack was at the studio today, ran into him going between buildings, he tried to follow Gabrielle and I to the shop when we went to buy ice cream. Had to send him on his way, he has work to do! Truly though, it was 36 Celsius/97 Fahrenheit. It was blistering. and with my hangover phew it was hot. Hmmm, suddenly I think to myself. "This blog is all over the place, maybe it's the hangover. But I am writing much more than usually so maybe this hangover thing is working. Maybe I will try this drunk next time and see what I can get out!!!"

It's Halloween today and booooo no one here really celebrates it. Wanted to have a party but thought I would be too busy with Zack being here. Alas not so much the case, will plan a sweet party next year though, no costume, no entry!!! I saw a few kids dressed up on my way home but it was pretty sad. There is a party down the street at the Flying Squirrel and it's my kind of party - no costume, no entry!!! Still have my Bloody Red Riding Hood costume from Denise's party last year. You can recycle a costume in a different country can't you? Oooh, they have Caesars and what goes better with a Caesar than a hangover. Oh my God. I just remembered it's Steph's Birthday, must send my favorite ecard from bust.com - i wonder if people are getting tired of getting the same card over and over.

Oh and the kangaroo picture... ya, well I don't have any shots from last night!

RIDING THE KANGAROO!!!

oooo ooo oo!!! Long weekend starts tomorrow. VERY VERY excited! Going to get on the bike and do a ride down the coast to South Durras which is just outside of Batemans Bay, which is on the east coast of NSW. What is probably the most exciting thing is the place I'm going is on the beach :D and has kangaroos that you can pet :P so so so cool. Who'da thought I would ever be petting a kangaroo? Not me that is for sure. Maybe I can ride one? Promise to get a picture if I can!!! There are also dolphins there and wallabies and possums. Long way from Black Bears and Raccoons I can tell you that!

Also need to say it's HOT here. Right now 11:18pm it is about 26 Celsius/68 farenheight and tomorrow it is going to be up around 29/84. I missed summer, I really did and to think this is spring!

Last weekend Gav, Greg and I went to check out an Italian Bike Show and then drove out to Picton (which is inland), the temp got up around 33/91. Fortunately, I spents some of my hard earned $$s on a new vented jacket but poor Gavin wore his leathers and no sunscreen and got heat stroke. Soooo crappy. The bike show however was pretty good and the ride to Picton to. (ok what was that commercial ... worth the ride to Picton) HAHAHAHA

and now some more pictures of friends, riding and nothing in particular!!!

One Shot, Two Shot, Three Shot, Four!!!

Two weeks later I finally recovered from Liv's Birthday drinks. Started out innocently enough with Vanessa, Magali, Greg and I hooking up for pre party drinks before heading to Velvet in Paddington at the Beauchamps Hotel (apparently the Aussies pronounce it Beech-amps!). A few priming Vodka/Tonics and off we went, hitting the bar straight with the shots. Not sure that I remember that much of the evening but I do remember feeling like crap the next day and of course the shared stories on Monday with Vanessa "I don't remember leaving!?!?". Will somethings never change?
Fear not friends, I keep up the good work of keeping the bars in business!
Here are some pics from the evening as it wore one.

My heart stopped for what felt like an eternity. I couldn't see straight, couldn't stand, couldn't understand what was going on. Then I realized, It was LIFE. Gets me every time!

Here are some shots of an afternoon ride with Magali, Gavin and Greg to The Pie in the Sky up The Princess Hwy. The ride was great with awesome twisties, unfortunately it was raining earlier so the roads were wet but still good fun. Things got a little sketchy when we realized that the loaner Bonneville that Magali has while waiting for her Street Triple had a flat and of course the nozzles on the air pumps mostly don't fit the bikes. A few stops at petrol stations finally found us with one we needed and we got Miss Magali home safe.

Here are the pics.

Watchdogs

I picked up the most beautiful Jonathan Weiner print today. I actually bought it a few months back when I went to the Outre Gallery in Darlinghurst for a Shag Opening courtesy of my friends Mark and Sandra. Is it a sacrilege to buy art from someone other than the opening artists? I guess not cause Shag didn't seem to mind. I think Outre is one of my favorite Galleries I have been to. It just got so much really great stuff - Glenn Barr, Jeff Soto and Angelique Houtkamp who does awesome traditional tattoo prints. I really could buy up the whole store. LOVE IT! http://www.outregallery.com

It's a small picture, but check it out, I love it, love it, love it!!!

When you wake up and you aren't sure who you are, you have to wonder how you got there. Did you subconsciously bring yourself to this place or is only by the fates that you ended up there. Once you realize there is no answer to really answer how it became, you wonder what to do. You need some kind of coordinates to find your way back. You ask for directions, look for signs and familiarity in your surroundings. If you find them does it make you feel whole again or will you forever wonder what part of you brought you there and what you left behind.