Hot Trailer.... Gotta love Joe Phillips stuff!
Warning : It's a bit naughty... :op
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Comics, Beer, 'Finger' Food and Babies
So my little sister Kim arrived Thursday afternoon. Kim was staying with me so she could go to a Pop Culture Expo (I know now that it's NOT a comic convention - sorry Kim!), Supanova. So Thursday night was all about catching up. Lots of talking etc. Friday wandered around the city for a bit, had some lunch, then met up with Kim's friend Robin - guy she was going to Supanova with. Sent them on their way to the preview evening and met up with Craig.
Went to the Light Brigade Hotel at Paddington. Just hung out having a few, chatting, watching the crowd. Very mixed here. Stuffy suits, blokey workmen, a couple of old fellas who would have looked more at home at the TAB (stubbies shorts, unshaven, grey hair, and a 'roll-your-own' ciggy hanging off their lip).
Left there to find dinner - nothing open. So it was a trip to the supermarket. We decided on having a finger food night. Not what you would expect though... Finger food, as in Chicken fingers and vegetable fingers. (kinda like fish fingers). Throw all 18 of them in the oven - done. Dinner is served! Mmmmmm.
Spilled wine on my A & F shorts, so spent a couple of hours running around in my white jocks... please... like it's the first time... ha!
Shane called and said he was on the date from hell and that he was bailing. So he dropped around with a bottle of something bubbly. We all sat outside on the balcony chatting. Weather was balmy, slight breeze, perfect.
As suddenly as Shane had appeared, he was off again. Obviously trashed, the boy just goes "OK, bye!" And he was out the door.
I headed off about 11.30 - fully intending to go home. Until I get a message from Drew, Andy's BF. "Oh My God I'm trashed...I love you babe. I'm at the Green Park Hotel." OK, so obviously this message was meant for Andy - but it was enough to convince me to head there before home. Part worried he was too trashed and part interested in staying out myself. Ha ha ha. Arrived to see Drew and two girlfriends totally wasted.
Feeling the effects of alcohol, and what I later found out was a couple of big fat lines of C." I was offered some, but all of a sudden : "Oh Fuck - It's gone!" Picture this... three trashed girls (yes Drew included) crawling around on the floor of a crowded pub, looking for a little plastic bag full of very expensive white powder... well, not really funny, but it kind of was at the time. :o)
So anyway, staggered out of there about 2.30. Definitely had enough.
Saturday, Craig bought a new Toshiba notebook, so he brought it around to charge it and start playing with it. We went out and had some lunch, wandering around Harbourside perving on the hundreds of cute boys - there for the Car Show... God, love it when the car show is on. Mmmm...
Kim and Robin got back about 6ish - hung out and watched DVDs. After the 3 hours sleep last night, I needed a quiet one.
Sunday, Met Dove for lunch at Scruffy Murphy's - $5 lunch and beer. This bar is great. It smells, its loud and crazy - always full of Irish backpackers. All drunk, singing... Good Times.
This totally rooted Scottish guy comes to our table, well, staggered to our table and proceeded to chat up Dove... Slurring, stinking, holding himself up using anything more stable than himself - chairs, railings, imaginary people...
So headed back home and hung out with Kim and Robin, talking about Stuff, Love, Dean, Babies... :o)
Monday took Kim to the station. And the rest of the day? Recovery...
Went to the Light Brigade Hotel at Paddington. Just hung out having a few, chatting, watching the crowd. Very mixed here. Stuffy suits, blokey workmen, a couple of old fellas who would have looked more at home at the TAB (stubbies shorts, unshaven, grey hair, and a 'roll-your-own' ciggy hanging off their lip).
Left there to find dinner - nothing open. So it was a trip to the supermarket. We decided on having a finger food night. Not what you would expect though... Finger food, as in Chicken fingers and vegetable fingers. (kinda like fish fingers). Throw all 18 of them in the oven - done. Dinner is served! Mmmmmm.
Spilled wine on my A & F shorts, so spent a couple of hours running around in my white jocks... please... like it's the first time... ha!
Shane called and said he was on the date from hell and that he was bailing. So he dropped around with a bottle of something bubbly. We all sat outside on the balcony chatting. Weather was balmy, slight breeze, perfect.
As suddenly as Shane had appeared, he was off again. Obviously trashed, the boy just goes "OK, bye!" And he was out the door.
I headed off about 11.30 - fully intending to go home. Until I get a message from Drew, Andy's BF. "Oh My God I'm trashed...I love you babe. I'm at the Green Park Hotel." OK, so obviously this message was meant for Andy - but it was enough to convince me to head there before home. Part worried he was too trashed and part interested in staying out myself. Ha ha ha. Arrived to see Drew and two girlfriends totally wasted.
Feeling the effects of alcohol, and what I later found out was a couple of big fat lines of C." I was offered some, but all of a sudden : "Oh Fuck - It's gone!" Picture this... three trashed girls (yes Drew included) crawling around on the floor of a crowded pub, looking for a little plastic bag full of very expensive white powder... well, not really funny, but it kind of was at the time. :o)
So anyway, staggered out of there about 2.30. Definitely had enough.
Saturday, Craig bought a new Toshiba notebook, so he brought it around to charge it and start playing with it. We went out and had some lunch, wandering around Harbourside perving on the hundreds of cute boys - there for the Car Show... God, love it when the car show is on. Mmmm...
Kim and Robin got back about 6ish - hung out and watched DVDs. After the 3 hours sleep last night, I needed a quiet one.
Sunday, Met Dove for lunch at Scruffy Murphy's - $5 lunch and beer. This bar is great. It smells, its loud and crazy - always full of Irish backpackers. All drunk, singing... Good Times.
This totally rooted Scottish guy comes to our table, well, staggered to our table and proceeded to chat up Dove... Slurring, stinking, holding himself up using anything more stable than himself - chairs, railings, imaginary people...
So headed back home and hung out with Kim and Robin, talking about Stuff, Love, Dean, Babies... :o)Monday took Kim to the station. And the rest of the day? Recovery...
Thursday, October 26, 2006
Dreamy Days
It was a cab to the airport this time. I was so worried I was going to be late or Deans flight would be early, that I thought it was a good idea to cab it - and I was right. Arriving at terminal 3, Flight 490 had already landed. . . shit, shit, shit, shit, shit. So I semi-ran to the gate (Wedon't run. . .), and luckily, they hadn't disembarked yet. Phew. A few minutes to calm down. . .
A few days ago he asked me what I will do when I see him. I told him that I was going to hug him and kiss him when he arrived. . . and that's what I did. I so didn't want to let go of him. The past few weeks separated have been hell.
We walked out of the airport arms around each other the whole time. Funnily, dressed the same. . . Grey Sweater, Blue Jeans, white tigers. We are so in sync. . :o)
Cabbed it home for some 'us' time. The trip home was sweet, I couldn't stop touching him, holding him, kissing his hand and nuzzling up to him. God, I missed him so much.
Then wandered into Chinatown for some (very late) dinner.
Couldn't believe it, half way through dinner, the dude that works in the restaurant actually asked me to get up and move my chair. . . So I'm standing there, totally stunned, holding my chair. No idea why he asked, until suddenly he is rolling up the carpet I had previously been sitting on . . . oh-my-god. Dean and I were speechless. The other diners were shocked and giggling, even the manager at the counter hollered something at him too. . .
Apart from that dinner was nice. :o) I love how we always have plenty to talk about, but even when we don't, I feel so comfortable with the lulls and quiet times. Normally people feel uncomfortable when you don't have anything to say, but for some reason, I don't think that happens to us.
So after dinner, we wandered around a bit to walk off the late night meal.
The great thing about this trip, was that we didn't feel like we needed to have things planned to do. We wanted it to be normal, as if we saw each other all the time, lived int he same city etc. I think the demands on keeping each other entertained detract from the real reason we are here - just to be with each other.
Tuesday, breakfast at Nick's on Cockle Bay Wharf - classy. . . plastic cups for our orange juice, and one full of salt, pepper and sugar sachets. . . Gotta Love Sydney. . . So after our nice brekky, we walked all over the city and around The Rocks. Ended up at the stairs onto the harbour bridge, so we decided to walk across the bridge with a stop off to walk up the southern pylon.
At the top we stood outside on the viewing platform for ages, just looking around, cuddling. No one seemed to mind us 'canoodling' in the corner, so that was sweet.
Then we finished the walk over the bridge into Kirribilli, bought donuts and got the train back to the city. Then off to Woolloomooloo where we sat out in the courtyard of the Tilbury Hotel (my favourite Sunday lunch place) and shared a bottle of wine in the sun, while we just chatted about anything and everything. Nice. . .
Feeling happily tipsy, we walked home via Oxford Street with Deans usual visit to the Newsagent looking for more magazines with Janet on the cover. . . :op
Meat & Wine co - dinner. Then Market City and saw "Children of Men" - great but thoroughly depressing. . . it's a movie about what happens when all the women in the world become infertile. . . The whole movie made extremes of current issues - Viral Pandemics, Middle East Conflict, loss of freedom under the guise of Anti-Terrorism laws. . . all very scarey, very graphic, and so very real but still a bloody brilliant film.
Wednesday was a late starter. we lazed around having 'us time' ha ha ha . . . always hot baby. . . .
We headed off to EQ to meet Craig. Had lunch at The Fox & Lion. Wandered around the markets. After lunch, walked all the way back to home, again via Oxford Street. Dean was sure there could be new mags out that he didn't find the day before. . so another visit to the Oxford Street Newsagent was in order.
We were going to go to Imax to see Ant Bully in Imax 3D, but decided to stay at home and have hot sex. mmmmmm. . . . . Always prefer 'Dean in 3D' over anything else.
So afterwards, we had just a couple of hours left. . . so we packed up all of Deans things, and headed into the city. Scoffed some KFC (Naughty but oh so nice!!) We were supposed to meet Dove for a quick bevvie before heading to the airport, but a quick check of the ticket and we discovered that his flight was 30 minutes earlier than we thought. . . . so then it was a rush to airport. . .
The Airport. . . . . .
Oh my god. I swear this is getting harder to do. Saying Good Bye. . . this time I couldn't hold back in front of Dean. I was so upset that he was leaving. I couldn't pretend that it was all OK. I was down. I felt like absolute shit. I love this guy. I didn't want him to go. I was hating the moment. I wanted to burst out crying and tell him that I didn't want him to leave.
We cuddled and kissed, until his flight was called. We continued until the last possible moment, when everyone else was on or almost on the plane. Oh my God, I so feel incredibly comfortable around Dean. I had no issues kissing him and cuddling him in front of everyone - even the nasty, unattractive western suburbs type creatures that were standing near us. I was prepared to lunge at them with a vicious attack of words and fists, so ready to defend us. :op
So anyway, as he walked through the gate, one last longing glance, like a puppy locked outside the back screen door. . . . whimpering included. . . he was gone. This time I didn't wait until I was outside. I burst into tears there at the gate. Who says it gets easier?? Huh?? Fucker. Obviously someone who doesn't know anything about love.
So I walked out all red eyed and teary. Got the train home. Arrived at home to an empty home. What can i say. The pain in my heart was horrible. I really felt alone.
A few days ago he asked me what I will do when I see him. I told him that I was going to hug him and kiss him when he arrived. . . and that's what I did. I so didn't want to let go of him. The past few weeks separated have been hell.
We walked out of the airport arms around each other the whole time. Funnily, dressed the same. . . Grey Sweater, Blue Jeans, white tigers. We are so in sync. . :o)
Cabbed it home for some 'us' time. The trip home was sweet, I couldn't stop touching him, holding him, kissing his hand and nuzzling up to him. God, I missed him so much.
Then wandered into Chinatown for some (very late) dinner.
Couldn't believe it, half way through dinner, the dude that works in the restaurant actually asked me to get up and move my chair. . . So I'm standing there, totally stunned, holding my chair. No idea why he asked, until suddenly he is rolling up the carpet I had previously been sitting on . . . oh-my-god. Dean and I were speechless. The other diners were shocked and giggling, even the manager at the counter hollered something at him too. . .
Apart from that dinner was nice. :o) I love how we always have plenty to talk about, but even when we don't, I feel so comfortable with the lulls and quiet times. Normally people feel uncomfortable when you don't have anything to say, but for some reason, I don't think that happens to us.
So after dinner, we wandered around a bit to walk off the late night meal.
The great thing about this trip, was that we didn't feel like we needed to have things planned to do. We wanted it to be normal, as if we saw each other all the time, lived int he same city etc. I think the demands on keeping each other entertained detract from the real reason we are here - just to be with each other.
Tuesday, breakfast at Nick's on Cockle Bay Wharf - classy. . . plastic cups for our orange juice, and one full of salt, pepper and sugar sachets. . . Gotta Love Sydney. . . So after our nice brekky, we walked all over the city and around The Rocks. Ended up at the stairs onto the harbour bridge, so we decided to walk across the bridge with a stop off to walk up the southern pylon.
At the top we stood outside on the viewing platform for ages, just looking around, cuddling. No one seemed to mind us 'canoodling' in the corner, so that was sweet.
Then we finished the walk over the bridge into Kirribilli, bought donuts and got the train back to the city. Then off to Woolloomooloo where we sat out in the courtyard of the Tilbury Hotel (my favourite Sunday lunch place) and shared a bottle of wine in the sun, while we just chatted about anything and everything. Nice. . .
Feeling happily tipsy, we walked home via Oxford Street with Deans usual visit to the Newsagent looking for more magazines with Janet on the cover. . . :op
Meat & Wine co - dinner. Then Market City and saw "Children of Men" - great but thoroughly depressing. . . it's a movie about what happens when all the women in the world become infertile. . . The whole movie made extremes of current issues - Viral Pandemics, Middle East Conflict, loss of freedom under the guise of Anti-Terrorism laws. . . all very scarey, very graphic, and so very real but still a bloody brilliant film.
Wednesday was a late starter. we lazed around having 'us time' ha ha ha . . . always hot baby. . . .
We headed off to EQ to meet Craig. Had lunch at The Fox & Lion. Wandered around the markets. After lunch, walked all the way back to home, again via Oxford Street. Dean was sure there could be new mags out that he didn't find the day before. . so another visit to the Oxford Street Newsagent was in order.
We were going to go to Imax to see Ant Bully in Imax 3D, but decided to stay at home and have hot sex. mmmmmm. . . . . Always prefer 'Dean in 3D' over anything else.
So afterwards, we had just a couple of hours left. . . so we packed up all of Deans things, and headed into the city. Scoffed some KFC (Naughty but oh so nice!!) We were supposed to meet Dove for a quick bevvie before heading to the airport, but a quick check of the ticket and we discovered that his flight was 30 minutes earlier than we thought. . . . so then it was a rush to airport. . .
The Airport. . . . . .
Oh my god. I swear this is getting harder to do. Saying Good Bye. . . this time I couldn't hold back in front of Dean. I was so upset that he was leaving. I couldn't pretend that it was all OK. I was down. I felt like absolute shit. I love this guy. I didn't want him to go. I was hating the moment. I wanted to burst out crying and tell him that I didn't want him to leave.
We cuddled and kissed, until his flight was called. We continued until the last possible moment, when everyone else was on or almost on the plane. Oh my God, I so feel incredibly comfortable around Dean. I had no issues kissing him and cuddling him in front of everyone - even the nasty, unattractive western suburbs type creatures that were standing near us. I was prepared to lunge at them with a vicious attack of words and fists, so ready to defend us. :op
So anyway, as he walked through the gate, one last longing glance, like a puppy locked outside the back screen door. . . . whimpering included. . . he was gone. This time I didn't wait until I was outside. I burst into tears there at the gate. Who says it gets easier?? Huh?? Fucker. Obviously someone who doesn't know anything about love.
So I walked out all red eyed and teary. Got the train home. Arrived at home to an empty home. What can i say. The pain in my heart was horrible. I really felt alone.
Monday, October 23, 2006
Rough Bitch
So Saturday morning, we picked up a ute. . . to move Craig's gym which has been sitting on my floor for 2 months (yes the one I broke my toe on... bitch). So we waited in queue at the rental place. . . luckily there was the hottest blonde guy wearing next to nothing standing near us. Flexing his bod and looking terribly sexy. . . it's OK baby, you are sexy too. . . :o)
Anyway, so after picking up the ute, we headed off for brekky, and then to my house to get that fucker of a gym out of my place. Thank God thats gone.
Then dropped that off and then to Moore Park Super Centre to find Craig a floor lamp. Honestly, what has happened to my life, when my weekend has gone this way. . . thing is, if it was with Dean, and we were looking for stuff for our home, it would be great. . . I honestly dream about that. I mean, shopping for stuff for our home. . . :o)
So after all that was done, went to Watershed for lunch and a few beers, note boy with nice butt crack sticking out the top of his jeans. . . mhmm. . . . (your butt crack is sexier baby)
Sunday : Spent the day hanging out at home. Very lazy. Spoke to Craig in the afternoon, and we decided to meet in the city for a bevvy or two. Went to Three Wise Monkeys on George Street. drank heaps. Problem is they have Pints there instead of Schooners. So drank more than usual. Trashed.
We proceeded to stagger around the city, Oxford Street. Drinking, squealing, we were not allowed into Kinselas. . . too drunk. . . staggered everywhere we could. Eventually I am not sure why, but I hailed a cab,Craig thinking we were going somewhere gets in, so i close the door and walk away. ha ha ha ha. . . . no idea why i did that, but now it seems quite funny. . . .
So Monday was spent being terribly hung over. just in time for full day recovery before Dean arrived. . . . .
Anyway, so after picking up the ute, we headed off for brekky, and then to my house to get that fucker of a gym out of my place. Thank God thats gone.
Then dropped that off and then to Moore Park Super Centre to find Craig a floor lamp. Honestly, what has happened to my life, when my weekend has gone this way. . . thing is, if it was with Dean, and we were looking for stuff for our home, it would be great. . . I honestly dream about that. I mean, shopping for stuff for our home. . . :o)
So after all that was done, went to Watershed for lunch and a few beers, note boy with nice butt crack sticking out the top of his jeans. . . mhmm. . . . (your butt crack is sexier baby)
Sunday : Spent the day hanging out at home. Very lazy. Spoke to Craig in the afternoon, and we decided to meet in the city for a bevvy or two. Went to Three Wise Monkeys on George Street. drank heaps. Problem is they have Pints there instead of Schooners. So drank more than usual. Trashed.
We proceeded to stagger around the city, Oxford Street. Drinking, squealing, we were not allowed into Kinselas. . . too drunk. . . staggered everywhere we could. Eventually I am not sure why, but I hailed a cab,Craig thinking we were going somewhere gets in, so i close the door and walk away. ha ha ha ha. . . . no idea why i did that, but now it seems quite funny. . . .
So Monday was spent being terribly hung over. just in time for full day recovery before Dean arrived. . . . .
Friday, October 20, 2006
Police School Reject
So, today, I was told I was not welcome to go back to JB HiFi, Galeries Victoria in the city. This came from the hugely overweight, highly underachieving security guard at the door.
I had gone to JB to fill in 20 minutes while I was waiting for friends to have lunch (as does everyone). iPod on, man bag strung over my bod, looking through accessories, then making my way to the CD section, when the phone rings - it was my baby. Reception isn't so great down there, so I walked back outside to finish my call. One headphone in on one ear, phone on the other. Walking through security, the security guard was looking at me, saying something. I had no idea, since I choose to pretend they don't actually exist. . . but I think he was asking to check my bag. . .
Security : "Sir, may I check your bag?"
Brad : (Roll of the eyes. . .) "Umm, yeah, I don't think so. . . ."
Security : "I'm sorry sir, I need to check your bag"
Brad: "Like hell you do."
Security : "Store Policy, yadda, yadda, yadda. . . "
At this point, I was forced to interrupt my conversation with Dean. . . . doing that obviously pissing me off. . . . So I walked back to the security guard. . . .
Brad : "Mate, I don't care, I know by law I don't have to show you shit. And besides, I believe by law you should not even be asking to look in a bag this small. (8"x10")"
Security : "Well you are not welcome back in this store"
Brad : (At this point I walk away feeling very pleased with myself. . . oh yeah, with middle finger extended. . .) "Like I give a shit. . . ."
I am almost tempted to go back tomorrow just to see if they remember me. . . . hahahahahah
Ah, good times. . . .
So, after that went and had lunch with the guys and girls from my old work. A couple of beers and a burger at Equilibrium. Noice. . . .
Then it was off home. Had arranged with my friends Johnny, Pauly, James and James' friend Paul to meet at Hyde Park to enjoy the final night of the Noodle Markets. As usual, my friend Pauly was a no show. . . Spoke at 5.10pm "Yeah I am jumping in the shower now". . . then absolutely nothing for the remainder of the night. No answer to calls, no reply to messages. Hmmm, who's getting tired of unreliable friends. . .
So anyway, got there, and it had been canceled due to the electrical storms we had earlier in the afternoon. :o(
So we all (sans Pauly) decide to head up to Slide for a few cocktails, then off to Don Don for some Japanese. Stuffed, I crawled home.
That's it for today. It's been fun.
I had gone to JB to fill in 20 minutes while I was waiting for friends to have lunch (as does everyone). iPod on, man bag strung over my bod, looking through accessories, then making my way to the CD section, when the phone rings - it was my baby. Reception isn't so great down there, so I walked back outside to finish my call. One headphone in on one ear, phone on the other. Walking through security, the security guard was looking at me, saying something. I had no idea, since I choose to pretend they don't actually exist. . . but I think he was asking to check my bag. . .
Security : "Sir, may I check your bag?"
Brad : (Roll of the eyes. . .) "Umm, yeah, I don't think so. . . ."
Security : "I'm sorry sir, I need to check your bag"
Brad: "Like hell you do."
Security : "Store Policy, yadda, yadda, yadda. . . "
At this point, I was forced to interrupt my conversation with Dean. . . . doing that obviously pissing me off. . . . So I walked back to the security guard. . . .
Brad : "Mate, I don't care, I know by law I don't have to show you shit. And besides, I believe by law you should not even be asking to look in a bag this small. (8"x10")"
Security : "Well you are not welcome back in this store"
Brad : (At this point I walk away feeling very pleased with myself. . . oh yeah, with middle finger extended. . .) "Like I give a shit. . . ."
I am almost tempted to go back tomorrow just to see if they remember me. . . . hahahahahah
Ah, good times. . . .
So, after that went and had lunch with the guys and girls from my old work. A couple of beers and a burger at Equilibrium. Noice. . . .
Then it was off home. Had arranged with my friends Johnny, Pauly, James and James' friend Paul to meet at Hyde Park to enjoy the final night of the Noodle Markets. As usual, my friend Pauly was a no show. . . Spoke at 5.10pm "Yeah I am jumping in the shower now". . . then absolutely nothing for the remainder of the night. No answer to calls, no reply to messages. Hmmm, who's getting tired of unreliable friends. . .
So anyway, got there, and it had been canceled due to the electrical storms we had earlier in the afternoon. :o(
So we all (sans Pauly) decide to head up to Slide for a few cocktails, then off to Don Don for some Japanese. Stuffed, I crawled home.
That's it for today. It's been fun.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Sucker for punishment.. . .
So after spending the whole day laying on the couch eating (best thing when you're sick!) I was hit by the worst case of cabin fever ever. . . . and in traditional perfect timing style - Andy rings to see if I want to come out for a few drinks. . . yay! So I popped 4 Codral and took off to Newtown!
Fun night, lots of laughs. Always good to catch up with Andy and Drew. Hamish came out too, which was great, cos I see even less of him than I do A&D. So we all hung out drinking at the Newtown Hotel, making bitchy comments about some of the unfortunate people there (Hamish definitely gets the gong for that - his venom can strike the unsuspecting at 50 feet).
Andy looking shocked to find he was actually in a gay bar. . . .
Me and Drew
So when it closed, we staggered down the the Impy, hung out there with a larger group of even more unfortunate looking people. Andy and Drew took off home in their usual style . . heading for the door as discretely as possible "Oh, umm, we're going now. bye."
Hamish and I stayed on longer - I tried to do the Cupid thing and introduced myself to some guy that Hamish fancied, so that I could get them talking. Once they started, I wandered away and left them to it. Next thing I know, Hamish is MIA. Shit, now its just me. So I wandered for about 15 minutes, then took off.
Woke up at 10.30 this morning. In time to install new Windows Vista on my desktop 'puter. I got the pre-release version which will expire in 7 months - which is enough time to test it out etc. Have to say, the new windows is hot. Looks great. Never thought I would admit to liking something from MS. . . but there you go.
Then went out to meet Raymond for lunch. Went to a little Japanese noodle place near Market City - which I never even knew was there. Always the best places are those little tucked away joints that no one knows about.
After that we went outside and it was raining. Miserable. How the fuck does that work? Yesterday, 38 degrees - today, 18. No wonder I am sick.
So we decided to go to the movies, since there is nothing much else to do on days like this. So we went and saw "The Covenant". Great movie, kinda cross between Supernatural and the OC I guess. . . Best part is the lead character. . . damn hot.
There is even a sexy shower / change room scene, which had me sticking to my seat. . . .
After that, came home and chilled for the rest of the evening. I just know that ain't gonna help my flu :o)
Fun night, lots of laughs. Always good to catch up with Andy and Drew. Hamish came out too, which was great, cos I see even less of him than I do A&D. So we all hung out drinking at the Newtown Hotel, making bitchy comments about some of the unfortunate people there (Hamish definitely gets the gong for that - his venom can strike the unsuspecting at 50 feet).
Andy looking shocked to find he was actually in a gay bar. . . .
Me and Drew
So when it closed, we staggered down the the Impy, hung out there with a larger group of even more unfortunate looking people. Andy and Drew took off home in their usual style . . heading for the door as discretely as possible "Oh, umm, we're going now. bye."
Hamish and I stayed on longer - I tried to do the Cupid thing and introduced myself to some guy that Hamish fancied, so that I could get them talking. Once they started, I wandered away and left them to it. Next thing I know, Hamish is MIA. Shit, now its just me. So I wandered for about 15 minutes, then took off.
Woke up at 10.30 this morning. In time to install new Windows Vista on my desktop 'puter. I got the pre-release version which will expire in 7 months - which is enough time to test it out etc. Have to say, the new windows is hot. Looks great. Never thought I would admit to liking something from MS. . . but there you go.
Then went out to meet Raymond for lunch. Went to a little Japanese noodle place near Market City - which I never even knew was there. Always the best places are those little tucked away joints that no one knows about.
After that we went outside and it was raining. Miserable. How the fuck does that work? Yesterday, 38 degrees - today, 18. No wonder I am sick.
So we decided to go to the movies, since there is nothing much else to do on days like this. So we went and saw "The Covenant". Great movie, kinda cross between Supernatural and the OC I guess. . . Best part is the lead character. . . damn hot.
There is even a sexy shower / change room scene, which had me sticking to my seat. . . .
After that, came home and chilled for the rest of the evening. I just know that ain't gonna help my flu :o)
Saturday, October 14, 2006
Somebody make me soup. . . . please?
So after shower and preparing to head off for noodles and beer last night, I was struck down (almost instantly) by a flu. . . must have been hiding out waiting for the right time to pounce. Felt crappy and ended up laying on the couch until 11, then went to bed.
Woke up at 1.30 to noisy asshole neighbours. . . banged on the wall and told them to "Shut the fuck up!". Instant peace and quiet. Perfect. Drank a litre of water and some panadols, straight back to sleep.
Woke up this monring to a full on flu. Sore all over, headache, blaaaah. . . . I hate being sick. Especially when my man is 1200km away. I am a big whimp and need to be taken care of when I'm ill. Who will mop my brow and make me soup?????
I opened the balcony door and all my windows to let some "cool" breeze through. Can you believe it was fucking 32degrees at 10am this morning!! We are expecting 38 today - normally on a day like this I would be :
1. In the pub or
2. At the movies or
3. Swimming
Or all of the above.
But since I am sick, I get to lay on my couch. Blaaah. . . .
Woke up at 1.30 to noisy asshole neighbours. . . banged on the wall and told them to "Shut the fuck up!". Instant peace and quiet. Perfect. Drank a litre of water and some panadols, straight back to sleep.
Woke up this monring to a full on flu. Sore all over, headache, blaaaah. . . . I hate being sick. Especially when my man is 1200km away. I am a big whimp and need to be taken care of when I'm ill. Who will mop my brow and make me soup?????
I opened the balcony door and all my windows to let some "cool" breeze through. Can you believe it was fucking 32degrees at 10am this morning!! We are expecting 38 today - normally on a day like this I would be :
1. In the pub or
2. At the movies or
3. Swimming
Or all of the above.
But since I am sick, I get to lay on my couch. Blaaah. . . .
Friday, October 13, 2006
Another perfect day. . . .
Stunning day - 35 degrees. . . not a cloud in the sky. . . Could I honestly let this one get away without a few hours at the beach?
Went to monorail station at 10, waited for 15 minutes. . . supposed to be every 3 to 5 minutes. Asked the chick at the counter what the delay was and she said one of them had broken down. Nice of her to let everyone know there was going to be a delay. So I asked for my money back - the scrag gave me back 4.20 - (the fare is 4.50) - "Whats this? The fare is 4.50!" "There is a refund fee of 30c" "Ha! Like hell there is! I want the full 4.50 back! You can't keep a refund fee since you have been unable to provide the service for which I had paid!" I made sure I said it loud enough for everyone else to hear - ha ha ha so she gave me (or should I say, threw me) the extra 30c. "You should tell people there is a problem BEFORE they pay and enter, saves wasting everyones time."
Hee. . . best part was, I have a monorail card, so the trips are only 2 bucks anyway. hahahah so I got an extra 2.50 back :o)
So anyways, walked into the city (I was only getting the monorail to save time). And got up to the bus stop for the 324 to Watson's Bay. Damn, it had just left the stop and was at the lights, about to turn left. So I started running to the next stop further down Park St. Made it. Damn, bus doesn't stop here. Looked further down the street to the next stop. Another block, a set of lights, and half way down the next block. . . . I looked back. Bus is about to turn the corner. . . .
So I keep running, through the traffic queued at the lights, and keep running. Lucky, the bus had to stop at the lights again. . . made it to the stop, turned and the bus was just arriving. Phew! Then came the 45 minute bus trip. . . God I need a car. . . .
I really like to "get back to nature", so if I am going to the beach alone, I go to Lady Bay just past Watson's Bay. It's a place where you can be free. . . yeah, a nude beach. I'm not into the perving and cruising that happens there, that all happens down the right side of the beach, and around the rocks. I go around the left and up and over other rocks, where its quite private and quiet.
Watson's Bay is so beautiful. It's away from the city, the noise, the people. Best place to go to relax.
Unfortunately, about 2 1/2 hours into my sunbaking, a group of lecherous old goats decided to turn my peaceful spot into a drool fest. Yech. . . I coped for about 15 minutes, while they ogled and carried on. . . gave them an eyeful, then left. If they were after a perve, they should have gone to the other side. Everyone knows that.
Eyeful . . .
So left there, went to the 'normal' beach and had a quick swim there. Then made the awful 45 minute bus trip back to the city.
All over now. . . home, relaxing, watching The Da Vinci Code.
Might go back to the noodle markets tonight, since it will be such a beautiful evening. . . . maybe finish it off with a few drinks at Colombian. . . maybe. . . .
Went to monorail station at 10, waited for 15 minutes. . . supposed to be every 3 to 5 minutes. Asked the chick at the counter what the delay was and she said one of them had broken down. Nice of her to let everyone know there was going to be a delay. So I asked for my money back - the scrag gave me back 4.20 - (the fare is 4.50) - "Whats this? The fare is 4.50!" "There is a refund fee of 30c" "Ha! Like hell there is! I want the full 4.50 back! You can't keep a refund fee since you have been unable to provide the service for which I had paid!" I made sure I said it loud enough for everyone else to hear - ha ha ha so she gave me (or should I say, threw me) the extra 30c. "You should tell people there is a problem BEFORE they pay and enter, saves wasting everyones time."
Hee. . . best part was, I have a monorail card, so the trips are only 2 bucks anyway. hahahah so I got an extra 2.50 back :o)
So anyways, walked into the city (I was only getting the monorail to save time). And got up to the bus stop for the 324 to Watson's Bay. Damn, it had just left the stop and was at the lights, about to turn left. So I started running to the next stop further down Park St. Made it. Damn, bus doesn't stop here. Looked further down the street to the next stop. Another block, a set of lights, and half way down the next block. . . . I looked back. Bus is about to turn the corner. . . .
So I keep running, through the traffic queued at the lights, and keep running. Lucky, the bus had to stop at the lights again. . . made it to the stop, turned and the bus was just arriving. Phew! Then came the 45 minute bus trip. . . God I need a car. . . .
I really like to "get back to nature", so if I am going to the beach alone, I go to Lady Bay just past Watson's Bay. It's a place where you can be free. . . yeah, a nude beach. I'm not into the perving and cruising that happens there, that all happens down the right side of the beach, and around the rocks. I go around the left and up and over other rocks, where its quite private and quiet.
Watson's Bay is so beautiful. It's away from the city, the noise, the people. Best place to go to relax.
Unfortunately, about 2 1/2 hours into my sunbaking, a group of lecherous old goats decided to turn my peaceful spot into a drool fest. Yech. . . I coped for about 15 minutes, while they ogled and carried on. . . gave them an eyeful, then left. If they were after a perve, they should have gone to the other side. Everyone knows that.
Eyeful . . .
So left there, went to the 'normal' beach and had a quick swim there. Then made the awful 45 minute bus trip back to the city.
All over now. . . home, relaxing, watching The Da Vinci Code.
Might go back to the noodle markets tonight, since it will be such a beautiful evening. . . . maybe finish it off with a few drinks at Colombian. . . maybe. . . .
Thursday, October 12, 2006
Oodles of Noodles. . . .
OK, so went to the Night Noodle Markets in Hyde Park last night. So many people, music, lots of food stalls, all from different Asian restaurants. There were also a couple of bars represented from King Street Wharf.
My dinner :
Sai Grog Tod (fried pork sausage)
Khao Neeo Tod (fried sticky rice)
Som Tum (green papaya salad)
Gai San Choi Bau (Stirfry Chicken, mushrooms etc wrapped in lettuce leaf)
Washed down with a couple of James Squire's Golden Ales. . . . mmmmmm
Going again tonight. . . . :o)
My dinner :
Sai Grog Tod (fried pork sausage)
Khao Neeo Tod (fried sticky rice)
Som Tum (green papaya salad)
Gai San Choi Bau (Stirfry Chicken, mushrooms etc wrapped in lettuce leaf)
Washed down with a couple of James Squire's Golden Ales. . . . mmmmmm
Going again tonight. . . . :o)
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
The weekend is a blur. . . .
Talk about too much boozin' over the weekend :
Friday afternoon, Johnny and Dove came for a visit. Drank too much, music, talking, laughing - all good. So trashed, I don't even recall Johnny leaving . . . only a message the next morning "I hope you are OK." Oops. Cue familiar anxiety attack . . . oh my God, what did I do. . . did I embarrass myself? Blaaah. . . everyone was drunk so who cares :op
Saturday night, friend MK came over for a few drinks. Nice to catch up, hadn't seen him in a while. He has just moved back down from Hayman Island. . . why anyone would leave a paradise like that for this hell hole. . .
Sunday night, CW and I decided to do a Cosmo night at his new pad in Centennial Park. Nice apartment, absolutely stunning view of the city.
After a few drinks and snacks at the Fox & Lion at EQ, headed back to CWs place to commence what has become a bit of a Cosmo Indulgence Ritual. . .
The rest is a blur. I don't think it requires any further comment, apart from : I was fucked. Absolutely and totally. No denial there. Who the hell invented this evil potion?
Monday thus became a total right off, completely buggered.
Tuesday, my friend Minh turned up. Just one bottle of wine, lots of chat, and lots of TV watching. Good to have a quiet one after such a messy weekend, though.
Friday afternoon, Johnny and Dove came for a visit. Drank too much, music, talking, laughing - all good. So trashed, I don't even recall Johnny leaving . . . only a message the next morning "I hope you are OK." Oops. Cue familiar anxiety attack . . . oh my God, what did I do. . . did I embarrass myself? Blaaah. . . everyone was drunk so who cares :op
Saturday night, friend MK came over for a few drinks. Nice to catch up, hadn't seen him in a while. He has just moved back down from Hayman Island. . . why anyone would leave a paradise like that for this hell hole. . .
Sunday night, CW and I decided to do a Cosmo night at his new pad in Centennial Park. Nice apartment, absolutely stunning view of the city.
After a few drinks and snacks at the Fox & Lion at EQ, headed back to CWs place to commence what has become a bit of a Cosmo Indulgence Ritual. . .
The rest is a blur. I don't think it requires any further comment, apart from : I was fucked. Absolutely and totally. No denial there. Who the hell invented this evil potion?
Monday thus became a total right off, completely buggered.
Tuesday, my friend Minh turned up. Just one bottle of wine, lots of chat, and lots of TV watching. Good to have a quiet one after such a messy weekend, though.
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Where have I been ???? Part 2
OK, so where were we. . . .
SO since we didn't have time to do the monastery, we decided to go stright to my sisters house. This was going to be the first of my family Dean was going to meet. . . personally I don't know if he was nervous at all . . . but I was :op
So we spent the evening hanging out with them (Sister Vickie, Husband Mark, and my nieces, Jade & Hayley) - it took all of 5 minutes for the girls to be all over Dean . . . which doesn't suprise me, since I am always all over him. . . hahahah
We went out the backyard and played touch footy with them - but Dean didn't want to play, just stand on the sideline being a (relatively) impartial line judge. I really thought he would have favoured me in all calls. . . but nope, bastard. . . I got no special treatment at all. . . .
Pretty Hat. . . . .
So after that, we went back inside and Dean played on the computer with Jade. Hayley hung off me. . . literally. . . she wouldn't leave me alone :op Can't blame her really. . . . she loves her Uncle :o)
After that we had a bite to eat, then took off back to the big bright city.
The whole day was simply perfect.
Monday was spent laying around. . . it was another stunning Sydney Spring day. . . beautiful blue sky, sunny and warm. We couldn't decide what to do (again. . . .) but we eventually went to Victoria Park to the swimming pool. Laid on the grass together and talked - normally I would do alot of perving on the speedo clad hotties sunbaking or posing. . . but honestly, with a boy as sexy as Dean right next to me. . . there was no one else I wanted to perve on.
After a cool off swim and throwing each other around in the water (well actually I was throwing Dean around. . .) we changed and headed to Coles to get some picnic foods. We had decided to go to Centennial Park for a late afternoon picnic.
We got to the park just as it started getting really windy and a little cooler, so we found a spot well protected from the wind by lots of bamboo type plants. Spread out the picnic blanket and proceeded to nibble on Chicken, bread, Thai noodle salad and semi-dried tomatoes - washing it down with a nice bottle of white wine. After eating, we laid together on the blanket and snuggled, tickled, talked, again, another perfect time together. It was all so perfect and I was so happy. . . seriously in love here. . . . .
After our picnic we made our way over to Kuletos in Newtown to meet up with my best friend Andy and his boyfriend Drew. After a few cocktails and stories about how awesome Sleaze was (like we appreciated the torment. . .), we took off to Broadway to watch 'The Devil Wears Prada'. Oh my God, it was such a great movie. . . and Meryl Streep was amazing. Within the first 3 minutes Dean and I were looking at each other going "I fucking love her. . . ."
Tuesday. . . our last 24 hours. . . .
We decided Tuesday was going to be easy, with no pressure on making decisions. We went to Bondi Westfields to look at some shops, wander around, arm in arm. Of course a trip to Sydney - especially Bondi - would not be complete without a visit to the Onitsuka Tiger Store . . . where I got my first pair of Tigers. . . thanks baby :o) I can see now why he loves them so much. I could easily wear these every day. . . who knows, sometime in the near future I may have a collection to rival his!
Tuesday night was a fairly solemn affair. . . . knowing that he was leaving the next morning made me so sad. I didn't make it too obvious, since I hated the thought of wallowing on our last night together . . .
Wednesday morning, 5.30am - time to get up and get moving. The final 1 hour countdown was almost painful. I wanted him to stay. So badly that it hurt inside. We walked to the departure gate and sat together, talked, kissed, cuddled. When boarding time arrived, I stood with him in queue for only a few minutes - when I couldn't take it anymore. I was so close to bursting into tears that I had to leave. I said my goodbyes, to a shocked Dean. . . turned and left. I held it in all the way back to the car, got in, closed the door, and let it all out.
10 minutes and I was missing him already.
SO since we didn't have time to do the monastery, we decided to go stright to my sisters house. This was going to be the first of my family Dean was going to meet. . . personally I don't know if he was nervous at all . . . but I was :op
So we spent the evening hanging out with them (Sister Vickie, Husband Mark, and my nieces, Jade & Hayley) - it took all of 5 minutes for the girls to be all over Dean . . . which doesn't suprise me, since I am always all over him. . . hahahah
We went out the backyard and played touch footy with them - but Dean didn't want to play, just stand on the sideline being a (relatively) impartial line judge. I really thought he would have favoured me in all calls. . . but nope, bastard. . . I got no special treatment at all. . . .
Pretty Hat. . . . .
So after that, we went back inside and Dean played on the computer with Jade. Hayley hung off me. . . literally. . . she wouldn't leave me alone :op Can't blame her really. . . . she loves her Uncle :o)
After that we had a bite to eat, then took off back to the big bright city.
The whole day was simply perfect.
Monday was spent laying around. . . it was another stunning Sydney Spring day. . . beautiful blue sky, sunny and warm. We couldn't decide what to do (again. . . .) but we eventually went to Victoria Park to the swimming pool. Laid on the grass together and talked - normally I would do alot of perving on the speedo clad hotties sunbaking or posing. . . but honestly, with a boy as sexy as Dean right next to me. . . there was no one else I wanted to perve on.
After a cool off swim and throwing each other around in the water (well actually I was throwing Dean around. . .) we changed and headed to Coles to get some picnic foods. We had decided to go to Centennial Park for a late afternoon picnic.
We got to the park just as it started getting really windy and a little cooler, so we found a spot well protected from the wind by lots of bamboo type plants. Spread out the picnic blanket and proceeded to nibble on Chicken, bread, Thai noodle salad and semi-dried tomatoes - washing it down with a nice bottle of white wine. After eating, we laid together on the blanket and snuggled, tickled, talked, again, another perfect time together. It was all so perfect and I was so happy. . . seriously in love here. . . . .
After our picnic we made our way over to Kuletos in Newtown to meet up with my best friend Andy and his boyfriend Drew. After a few cocktails and stories about how awesome Sleaze was (like we appreciated the torment. . .), we took off to Broadway to watch 'The Devil Wears Prada'. Oh my God, it was such a great movie. . . and Meryl Streep was amazing. Within the first 3 minutes Dean and I were looking at each other going "I fucking love her. . . ."
Tuesday. . . our last 24 hours. . . .
We decided Tuesday was going to be easy, with no pressure on making decisions. We went to Bondi Westfields to look at some shops, wander around, arm in arm. Of course a trip to Sydney - especially Bondi - would not be complete without a visit to the Onitsuka Tiger Store . . . where I got my first pair of Tigers. . . thanks baby :o) I can see now why he loves them so much. I could easily wear these every day. . . who knows, sometime in the near future I may have a collection to rival his!
Tuesday night was a fairly solemn affair. . . . knowing that he was leaving the next morning made me so sad. I didn't make it too obvious, since I hated the thought of wallowing on our last night together . . .
Wednesday morning, 5.30am - time to get up and get moving. The final 1 hour countdown was almost painful. I wanted him to stay. So badly that it hurt inside. We walked to the departure gate and sat together, talked, kissed, cuddled. When boarding time arrived, I stood with him in queue for only a few minutes - when I couldn't take it anymore. I was so close to bursting into tears that I had to leave. I said my goodbyes, to a shocked Dean. . . turned and left. I held it in all the way back to the car, got in, closed the door, and let it all out.
10 minutes and I was missing him already.
Where have I been ???? Part 1
I can't believe I have taken this long to blog. . . and considering how special last week was, I should be ashamed.
Spent Friday afternoon frantically cleaning. . . don't get me wrong, my place is (almost) always clean, but I just needed to make sure it was more so today. . . . only a few hours until Dean arrives!! Eeeeeee!! Before heading off to the airport, I wandered around the city looking for the most perfect flowers - finally found what I was after - November Lillies and Orchids. Got the train to airport, totally zoned out, I almost missed my stop - jumped up and threw myself out the door just as they were closing. . . and . . . ended up leaving Dean's flowers in the train. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Some guy probably took them home and gave them to his less than worthy westie slag.
Wandered around the arrivals lounge, too many gay boys here - all waiting for friends etc from Melbourne coming up for Sleaze.
It was time! I could see him walking towards me. . . All I wanted to do was run to him and hug him and kiss him just like in the movies, but I remained composed. . . . walked up to him, and held him. God, he felt so good.
Cabbed back to my house, then went out to get something to eat at harbourside, "Fiorelli's" I think it was called. It was nice, but really bad eating chilli chicken salad at 11pm. . . .
Saturday morning: I awoke to find my man laying next to me. I had been waiting a month for this, and all I wanted was to just lay in bed all day and hold him. . . .
No luck there. . . as we had to pick up the car from Avis. What a farce - the car was in terrible condition (at least for an Avis car) - Dents and scratches all over, it was even missing the holden badge from the front! I swear this is the last time I rent from Avis. Note to self : Write Letter of Complaint. . . .
Waited in a cafe at my building for the dude who bought our Sleaze tickets. Then spent ages driving around trying to decide what to do for breakfast . . . we are both really bad when it comes to making decisions! We took so long trying to decide, that it ended up being lunch time. So we went to Deck Bar on Taylor Square.
We walked down to Hyde Park and laid on the grass cuddling, kissing etc. Everything was perfect. Perfect weather, perfect moment, with a perfect boy. And the perfect time to say. . .
Saturday Night we went to a Spanish restaurant in the city, and shared some Tapas, Seafood Paella and a jug of Sangria. . . . Afterwards it was up to Slide for a few drinks. . . Dean is so cute when he is tipsy - especially when he says that he isn't when he is. . . . :op
Sunday we decided to drive down the coast, show Dean where I grew up etc. On the way back drop into my sisters house, since it was her birthday the next day. So we headed off to Broadway, breaky at LINK cafe and then on to Kmart to find something for the nieces. . . missed their birthdays, so thought it a good idea to bribe them. . . .
Made our way down the coast. We stopped at Bulli lookout. It was so beautiful. . . well, until all the tourists arrived. . .
We then headed to Kiama - Went to the blow hole and had a wander around the rocks. We went right to the end of the rocks as far away from everyone as you could get, and sat and cuddled and talked about stuff. Afterwards, grabbed a fishermans basket (cut the dirty thoughts, its seafood and chips :op) and sat at the point and ate.
After lunch, we got ice cream, and walked BAREFOOT around Kiama (Dean said his friends would be appalled by this. . . so please refer to the evidence below!), and looked at some of the little market shops, funny little bits of crap, books, vinyl records. . .
On the way down to Kiama, we passed the Buddhist monastery just south of Wollongong, so we decided to turn back and go there instead of heading further south. We got there at 4.40pm, and it closed at 5, damn. Will have to go there next time.
Spent Friday afternoon frantically cleaning. . . don't get me wrong, my place is (almost) always clean, but I just needed to make sure it was more so today. . . . only a few hours until Dean arrives!! Eeeeeee!! Before heading off to the airport, I wandered around the city looking for the most perfect flowers - finally found what I was after - November Lillies and Orchids. Got the train to airport, totally zoned out, I almost missed my stop - jumped up and threw myself out the door just as they were closing. . . and . . . ended up leaving Dean's flowers in the train. fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Some guy probably took them home and gave them to his less than worthy westie slag.
Wandered around the arrivals lounge, too many gay boys here - all waiting for friends etc from Melbourne coming up for Sleaze.
It was time! I could see him walking towards me. . . All I wanted to do was run to him and hug him and kiss him just like in the movies, but I remained composed. . . . walked up to him, and held him. God, he felt so good.
Cabbed back to my house, then went out to get something to eat at harbourside, "Fiorelli's" I think it was called. It was nice, but really bad eating chilli chicken salad at 11pm. . . .
Saturday morning: I awoke to find my man laying next to me. I had been waiting a month for this, and all I wanted was to just lay in bed all day and hold him. . . .
No luck there. . . as we had to pick up the car from Avis. What a farce - the car was in terrible condition (at least for an Avis car) - Dents and scratches all over, it was even missing the holden badge from the front! I swear this is the last time I rent from Avis. Note to self : Write Letter of Complaint. . . .
Waited in a cafe at my building for the dude who bought our Sleaze tickets. Then spent ages driving around trying to decide what to do for breakfast . . . we are both really bad when it comes to making decisions! We took so long trying to decide, that it ended up being lunch time. So we went to Deck Bar on Taylor Square.
We walked down to Hyde Park and laid on the grass cuddling, kissing etc. Everything was perfect. Perfect weather, perfect moment, with a perfect boy. And the perfect time to say. . .
Saturday Night we went to a Spanish restaurant in the city, and shared some Tapas, Seafood Paella and a jug of Sangria. . . . Afterwards it was up to Slide for a few drinks. . . Dean is so cute when he is tipsy - especially when he says that he isn't when he is. . . . :op
Sunday we decided to drive down the coast, show Dean where I grew up etc. On the way back drop into my sisters house, since it was her birthday the next day. So we headed off to Broadway, breaky at LINK cafe and then on to Kmart to find something for the nieces. . . missed their birthdays, so thought it a good idea to bribe them. . . .
Made our way down the coast. We stopped at Bulli lookout. It was so beautiful. . . well, until all the tourists arrived. . .
We then headed to Kiama - Went to the blow hole and had a wander around the rocks. We went right to the end of the rocks as far away from everyone as you could get, and sat and cuddled and talked about stuff. Afterwards, grabbed a fishermans basket (cut the dirty thoughts, its seafood and chips :op) and sat at the point and ate.
After lunch, we got ice cream, and walked BAREFOOT around Kiama (Dean said his friends would be appalled by this. . . so please refer to the evidence below!), and looked at some of the little market shops, funny little bits of crap, books, vinyl records. . .
On the way down to Kiama, we passed the Buddhist monastery just south of Wollongong, so we decided to turn back and go there instead of heading further south. We got there at 4.40pm, and it closed at 5, damn. Will have to go there next time.