I see so many golden women;
When they walk their feet don’t touch the ground.
How I want, how I want to deserve you.
But me, I’m always out of rhythm.
My needs too demanding, too proud.
How I want, how I want to deserve you.
I didn’t want you to see me like this.
The light of the dawn can be cruel.
How I want, how I want to deserve you.
And if I could be granted a wish,
I’d shine in your eye like a jewel.
How I want to deserve you.
I would die for you.
Could you ever love me that much?
How I want, how I want to deserve you.
Yes, you tell me this,
And I want to believe that it’s true.
Aah, how I want, how I want to deserve you.
I didn’t want you to see me like this.
I’m weak and I fight like a fool.
How I want, how I want to deserve you.
And if I could be granted a wish,
I’d shine in your eye like a jewel.
How I want to deserve you.
If I could be your angel
I’d trade in my arms for some wings
To keep you close to me.
And if I could trade my voice
For the silence I know that you need.
How I want, how I want to deserve you.
I didn’t want you to see me like this.
So frightened of losing so soon.
How I want, how I want to deserve you.
And if I’ve caught our love in a grip,
Just tell me and I’ll shake it loose.
How I want to deserve you.
- To Deserve You : Bette Midler
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Monday, November 27, 2006
5 day catch up... :o)
What a week...
Dean and I went to Kylie on Thursday night (23/11) It was an awesome show. We had a great spot too - just off the floor to the left of the stage and only a few rows back... so great view. I met Dean at work (he was at the Oxford St store for the day) and one of the guys gave us his Land Cruiser for the night to use to get out to Olympic Park. Thanks Costa :) So, we left AG Oxford St at 6.20 - with an ETA of 7... plenty of time to hang out, have a drink, get excited etc... Well... 7pm came and went, and we were still trying to get out of the fucking city! So it was a race against time - oh and petrol... turned out we were running a huge bloody 4WD on less than an 8th of a tank... still a few KM's away and the orange fuel warning light was on.... finally we made it, park as far away from Acer Arena as we could.... the short walk would be nice, and means no frantic traffic getting out afterwards.
Show was spectacular. Kylie was amazing, costumes were stunning, the male dancers were.... ahem... HOT... so hot that at one stage I think Dean was actually stuck to his seat... and I don't mean 'riveted'...
At intermission, we were leaving our seats to stretch, and the chick sitting next to us says "Are one of you guys Brad?" Creepy.... I was looking like
So afterwards, we headed back into the city, and did a bit of a bar crawl - Colombian, Stonewall, (tried Manacle, but it was closed???) then finished the night at Arq. Great night....
Friday night met up with Andy, Dionne and her new man for dinner and drinks. Ended up at the Imperial - very trashed, I got into a bit of a fight with some wankers sitting behind us... but it was all calmed down fairly quickly. Dean was not impressed at all... let's just say, the makeup sex was incredible... :)
Saturday morning was beautiful - sunny, hot, perfect to go.... Snorkeling! Dean had never been snorkeling before, so we stopped in at Rebel and picked him up some new snorkel gear. Then made the mad dash home to get mine and try and make the bus in the city... bugger... we watched it turn the corner at the end of the street and it was gone... missed it by 1 minute. So we cabbed it.... mhmm...
The day was wonderful. Everything was perfect. Clovelly is a perfect beach to learn to snorkel. Protected, calm, heaps of fish and stuff to look at.
Sunday we were both a little burnt, and feeling a little sun-stroked...
Monday was Deans last day. Time flies... The goodbye was a little easier this time around. Mainly because we both knew it was the last time we would have to say goodbye. The next time we saw each other, I would be living in Melbourne!
Dean and I went to Kylie on Thursday night (23/11) It was an awesome show. We had a great spot too - just off the floor to the left of the stage and only a few rows back... so great view. I met Dean at work (he was at the Oxford St store for the day) and one of the guys gave us his Land Cruiser for the night to use to get out to Olympic Park. Thanks Costa :) So, we left AG Oxford St at 6.20 - with an ETA of 7... plenty of time to hang out, have a drink, get excited etc... Well... 7pm came and went, and we were still trying to get out of the fucking city! So it was a race against time - oh and petrol... turned out we were running a huge bloody 4WD on less than an 8th of a tank... still a few KM's away and the orange fuel warning light was on.... finally we made it, park as far away from Acer Arena as we could.... the short walk would be nice, and means no frantic traffic getting out afterwards.
Show was spectacular. Kylie was amazing, costumes were stunning, the male dancers were.... ahem... HOT... so hot that at one stage I think Dean was actually stuck to his seat... and I don't mean 'riveted'...
At intermission, we were leaving our seats to stretch, and the chick sitting next to us says "Are one of you guys Brad?" Creepy.... I was looking like
So afterwards, we headed back into the city, and did a bit of a bar crawl - Colombian, Stonewall, (tried Manacle, but it was closed???) then finished the night at Arq. Great night....
Friday night met up with Andy, Dionne and her new man for dinner and drinks. Ended up at the Imperial - very trashed, I got into a bit of a fight with some wankers sitting behind us... but it was all calmed down fairly quickly. Dean was not impressed at all... let's just say, the makeup sex was incredible... :)
Saturday morning was beautiful - sunny, hot, perfect to go.... Snorkeling! Dean had never been snorkeling before, so we stopped in at Rebel and picked him up some new snorkel gear. Then made the mad dash home to get mine and try and make the bus in the city... bugger... we watched it turn the corner at the end of the street and it was gone... missed it by 1 minute. So we cabbed it.... mhmm...
The day was wonderful. Everything was perfect. Clovelly is a perfect beach to learn to snorkel. Protected, calm, heaps of fish and stuff to look at.
Sunday we were both a little burnt, and feeling a little sun-stroked...
Monday was Deans last day. Time flies... The goodbye was a little easier this time around. Mainly because we both knew it was the last time we would have to say goodbye. The next time we saw each other, I would be living in Melbourne!
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
11 day catch up
OK, so I have failed to keep up with my blogging responsibilities... slack, slack, slack. Of course there is a perfectly good explanation...
The past two weeks have been spent in Melbourne. It was originally only for 5 days to Monday November 13, but stretched out another week to November 20.
Dean picked me up from the flight, again it was wonderful to be with him again.
Friday was a trip to Geelong with my mum to visit my new niece, Ava Grace, who I still had not seen... she was adorable, as expected. The whole time she gurgled and giggled... so cute. The only time she cried was when I was leaving, and I can understand that...
Got back to mums about 5, hung out there for a bit, had a beer and chatted. Took off back to the city to meet my man.
Saturday was the drive to Albury for my nephew Justin's 16th birthday... early start, long 3 1/2 hour drive in the heat. Not so bad I guess, but the road is just one LONG straight run. Makes for a fairly dull trip. But it was nice to be out driving the highway :o)
Hung out for the family BBQ, which was sweet. Ben and Nick were both eager to show off their prowess on their electric guitars - so I was treated to a cavalcade of solo performances ranging from wolf whistles (mhmm!) to the classics.
Unfortunately Justin's friends (the 20 or so teenage boys coming for his birthday) weren't arriving until after 4 - which was when I had to be on my way back to Melbourne... :o( Certainly Dean was happy about that... :op
So drove the 3 1/2 hours back again....
Sunday was Park Drive Day! A day of good food, drink, and other (ahem) party things... all in the company of gorgeous people in stunning outfits. The guys looked hot, the girls - sexy.
Monday was supposed to be my flight home... After breakfast, feeling somewhat flat from the night before and depressed about leaving, it was discussed that I would stay - preferably indefinitely, but for now... just a few more days. So a lengthy call to Alex set up a stay until Wednesday, nope, Thursday, oh, maybe Friday.... OK, Saturday - alright, Sunday, but thats it... In the end after a small oversight, it was Monday. But hey I wasn't complaining! More time with my man!!!
So back to the story.
Wednesday night... Time for Dean to meet... my MUM! The drive out to my mums was funny. Dean was definitely nervous - I told him he had absolutely nothing to worry about.. but I understand what it's like, so he just had to wait and see.
We arrive at mum's place in Mill Park, and I realise we had forgotten to get a bottle of wine on the way, so I suggest we go in and then I will duck out and get something. Dean leans across the seat, grabs my arm and with a look of absolute horror "You are not to leave me... do you understand????" Ha, ha, ha... How could I with that look .. poor boy... ha ha ha ha.
So in the front door, and I am sure he was at ease straight away. My mum is great. Very welcoming, funny, and I think she had already had a glass or two before we got there... mhmm.... do we know where I get it from now???
So we hung out in the kitchen having a couple of drinks while mum finished some prep on dinner, Russell talked about his computers, oh and how great Melbourne is....
So over dinner, lots more talking. And the same as when I watched Dean talking to Andy and Drew the month before - he blended perfectly.
After dinner - and a few more wines we adjourned to the living room to continue the goss. All of a sudden, they bring out a DVD... "Puppetry of the Penis"... OK, so when did this evening take a turn into the Twilight Zone??? Watched and laughed for a bit, Dean excused himself, left the room for a minute, which turned out to be a call to his best friend Pauline - "Oh my God, I am at Brad's Mum's place - I'm trashed, and we're watching Puppetry of the Penis!" Hmmm, so I will take that as a thing of exclamation... not sheer horror and disgust.... :op I have to admit though, it was all a bit surreal... I ended up asking we turn it off... As fun as it was, sitting down with my mother and boyfriend watching two (unattractive) men making shapes out of their....
Anyway, the evening eventually came to an end. Said our byes, and drove home. It was a great night.
So Thursday received the call from my Mum "We love him. He is just great Brad." Thing is, I knew she would love him. I had no doubts whatsoever. She would love him, cos he is an amazing guy...
Saturday night we went to Pauline and Joel's place for a BBQ / party thing. Lots of fun. Headed to 161... Love it there. Can see why Dean raves about it. Sexy, great people, music. Definitely an eventful night... let's leave it there...
Sunday Dean was at work again... It was funny actually, cos most of the time I was there, Dean had to work. And it was all good. It gave us both time to see how things will be when I am living down there. No more having to try and keep each other entertained like we have been doing in the past. It made everything just seem normal - and that was great.
Mum and Russell were came in later in the afternoon to meet up with us for a drink.
I took them to Hairy Canary while we waited for Dean to finish work. Quite an experience for them I think...
1. There is more to beer than VB and Carlton Draught...
2. Tapas are not small nails...
3. Shittake are a type of mushroom.... and with roast duck - make perfect Pizza toppings...
So after a couple of beers and sharing 2 bottles of wine, mum was sufficiently inebriated to break into her "World's Proudest Mum of a Gay Son" routine. It's really sweet. Always happy to proclaim how she loves me, and loves me gay, and "whether its a guy and a girl, two guys, or two girls... love is love... and it's beautiful"
So after that, said goodbye, got a lift home - with a quick stop off at the bottle shop for another red - then home we went. went straight to bed, too trashed, crashed...
Monday was going home day... :o( Best thing was, we got to spend 11 days together. Our longest time together ever. Even better was the fact that in 2 days - Dean was coming up to Sydney! Yay!
I hung around at the shop for the morning, then made my way home... Tram, Coach, Plane, Train, Monorail. It was strange, it was the first time either of us had to arrive or depart without the other there. But it's all good. Dean had to work, and really, this whole trip was about us functioning like a normal couple with normal daily stuff to do. And I loved every minute of it.
The past two weeks have been spent in Melbourne. It was originally only for 5 days to Monday November 13, but stretched out another week to November 20.
Dean picked me up from the flight, again it was wonderful to be with him again.
Friday was a trip to Geelong with my mum to visit my new niece, Ava Grace, who I still had not seen... she was adorable, as expected. The whole time she gurgled and giggled... so cute. The only time she cried was when I was leaving, and I can understand that...
Got back to mums about 5, hung out there for a bit, had a beer and chatted. Took off back to the city to meet my man.
Saturday was the drive to Albury for my nephew Justin's 16th birthday... early start, long 3 1/2 hour drive in the heat. Not so bad I guess, but the road is just one LONG straight run. Makes for a fairly dull trip. But it was nice to be out driving the highway :o)
Hung out for the family BBQ, which was sweet. Ben and Nick were both eager to show off their prowess on their electric guitars - so I was treated to a cavalcade of solo performances ranging from wolf whistles (mhmm!) to the classics.
Unfortunately Justin's friends (the 20 or so teenage boys coming for his birthday) weren't arriving until after 4 - which was when I had to be on my way back to Melbourne... :o( Certainly Dean was happy about that... :op
So drove the 3 1/2 hours back again....
Sunday was Park Drive Day! A day of good food, drink, and other (ahem) party things... all in the company of gorgeous people in stunning outfits. The guys looked hot, the girls - sexy.
Monday was supposed to be my flight home... After breakfast, feeling somewhat flat from the night before and depressed about leaving, it was discussed that I would stay - preferably indefinitely, but for now... just a few more days. So a lengthy call to Alex set up a stay until Wednesday, nope, Thursday, oh, maybe Friday.... OK, Saturday - alright, Sunday, but thats it... In the end after a small oversight, it was Monday. But hey I wasn't complaining! More time with my man!!!
So back to the story.
Wednesday night... Time for Dean to meet... my MUM! The drive out to my mums was funny. Dean was definitely nervous - I told him he had absolutely nothing to worry about.. but I understand what it's like, so he just had to wait and see.
We arrive at mum's place in Mill Park, and I realise we had forgotten to get a bottle of wine on the way, so I suggest we go in and then I will duck out and get something. Dean leans across the seat, grabs my arm and with a look of absolute horror "You are not to leave me... do you understand????" Ha, ha, ha... How could I with that look .. poor boy... ha ha ha ha.
So in the front door, and I am sure he was at ease straight away. My mum is great. Very welcoming, funny, and I think she had already had a glass or two before we got there... mhmm.... do we know where I get it from now???
So we hung out in the kitchen having a couple of drinks while mum finished some prep on dinner, Russell talked about his computers, oh and how great Melbourne is....
So over dinner, lots more talking. And the same as when I watched Dean talking to Andy and Drew the month before - he blended perfectly.
After dinner - and a few more wines we adjourned to the living room to continue the goss. All of a sudden, they bring out a DVD... "Puppetry of the Penis"... OK, so when did this evening take a turn into the Twilight Zone??? Watched and laughed for a bit, Dean excused himself, left the room for a minute, which turned out to be a call to his best friend Pauline - "Oh my God, I am at Brad's Mum's place - I'm trashed, and we're watching Puppetry of the Penis!" Hmmm, so I will take that as a thing of exclamation... not sheer horror and disgust.... :op I have to admit though, it was all a bit surreal... I ended up asking we turn it off... As fun as it was, sitting down with my mother and boyfriend watching two (unattractive) men making shapes out of their....
Anyway, the evening eventually came to an end. Said our byes, and drove home. It was a great night.
So Thursday received the call from my Mum "We love him. He is just great Brad." Thing is, I knew she would love him. I had no doubts whatsoever. She would love him, cos he is an amazing guy...
Saturday night we went to Pauline and Joel's place for a BBQ / party thing. Lots of fun. Headed to 161... Love it there. Can see why Dean raves about it. Sexy, great people, music. Definitely an eventful night... let's leave it there...
Sunday Dean was at work again... It was funny actually, cos most of the time I was there, Dean had to work. And it was all good. It gave us both time to see how things will be when I am living down there. No more having to try and keep each other entertained like we have been doing in the past. It made everything just seem normal - and that was great.
Mum and Russell were came in later in the afternoon to meet up with us for a drink.
I took them to Hairy Canary while we waited for Dean to finish work. Quite an experience for them I think...
1. There is more to beer than VB and Carlton Draught...
2. Tapas are not small nails...
3. Shittake are a type of mushroom.... and with roast duck - make perfect Pizza toppings...
So after a couple of beers and sharing 2 bottles of wine, mum was sufficiently inebriated to break into her "World's Proudest Mum of a Gay Son" routine. It's really sweet. Always happy to proclaim how she loves me, and loves me gay, and "whether its a guy and a girl, two guys, or two girls... love is love... and it's beautiful"
So after that, said goodbye, got a lift home - with a quick stop off at the bottle shop for another red - then home we went. went straight to bed, too trashed, crashed...
Monday was going home day... :o( Best thing was, we got to spend 11 days together. Our longest time together ever. Even better was the fact that in 2 days - Dean was coming up to Sydney! Yay!
I hung around at the shop for the morning, then made my way home... Tram, Coach, Plane, Train, Monorail. It was strange, it was the first time either of us had to arrive or depart without the other there. But it's all good. Dean had to work, and really, this whole trip was about us functioning like a normal couple with normal daily stuff to do. And I loved every minute of it.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
The list goes on...
Why am i so scared all the time? I mean, not scared... insecure...
I need to learn not to be so worried all the time. The littlest difference in voice and I worry that something is wrong. Not just voice... but I just get 'the feeling'... I have always trusted my gut instinct, it has never let me down...
So at home tonight. PJ is here, we were gonna go out, but decided to hang at home, drink beer and listen to Robbies new album.
Feeling a bit down anyway, so probably not so much fun out.
2 days 19 hours until I see him. Feels so excruciatingly far away...
Are we going to be OK? I am always worrying, and you know why??? Cos he is so beautiful. I worry why he wants me. I worry about obviously the abundance of seriously beautiful guys in Melbourne that he could have. I worry about the amount of times he gets cruised... and I'm not there. It's so easy to weigh up options between a hot guy who lives in your city, and a guy who lives 1200kms away that you only see every few weeks.
I mean, who would choose this option?? Well, of course - I did. I could not ask for a more amazing boyfriend. Dean is the most beautiful guy I have ever dated. He is simply stunning, intelligent, funny, mature, sexy, handsome, the list goes on...
I need to learn not to be so worried all the time. The littlest difference in voice and I worry that something is wrong. Not just voice... but I just get 'the feeling'... I have always trusted my gut instinct, it has never let me down...
So at home tonight. PJ is here, we were gonna go out, but decided to hang at home, drink beer and listen to Robbies new album.
Feeling a bit down anyway, so probably not so much fun out.
2 days 19 hours until I see him. Feels so excruciatingly far away...
Are we going to be OK? I am always worrying, and you know why??? Cos he is so beautiful. I worry why he wants me. I worry about obviously the abundance of seriously beautiful guys in Melbourne that he could have. I worry about the amount of times he gets cruised... and I'm not there. It's so easy to weigh up options between a hot guy who lives in your city, and a guy who lives 1200kms away that you only see every few weeks.
I mean, who would choose this option?? Well, of course - I did. I could not ask for a more amazing boyfriend. Dean is the most beautiful guy I have ever dated. He is simply stunning, intelligent, funny, mature, sexy, handsome, the list goes on...
Monday, November 06, 2006
Kylie - Take II
OK, OK, OK.... I know I posted Kylie already, but browsing some hot gay porn blogs. (Not telling which ones...) I found this.... even hotter than the last one i posted.
Axl Whitehead...
Hmmm, this is what got Axl sacked. I don't personally see what the 'big' deal is... ha ha ha I was disappointed actually...
Sunday, November 05, 2006
U Bar / Kylie
Friday night was Sarah's farewell drinks at U Bar. U Bar is behind V Bar... as one would expect. Umm, actually U Bar should be before V Bar. Anyway...
Everyone was already pretty well lubricated... especially Sarah - she's funny when she is drunk... very flirty, very loud, and totally in your face. She's a riot.
Sarah
Caught up with lots of people. Glad to see Phil... she's so sweet. Always chirpy, lots of fun to hang out with.
Phil
Nick - Phil's boyfriend. It's OK Phil, you can keep him :o)
Me Phil and Nick
The gang
Fun...
So I also found this great ad in the street for Vogue. Kylie is the special guest editor this month. How hot does she look!! Got to go buy this today....
Everyone was already pretty well lubricated... especially Sarah - she's funny when she is drunk... very flirty, very loud, and totally in your face. She's a riot.
Sarah
Caught up with lots of people. Glad to see Phil... she's so sweet. Always chirpy, lots of fun to hang out with.
Phil
Nick - Phil's boyfriend. It's OK Phil, you can keep him :o)
Me Phil and Nick
The gang
Fun...
So I also found this great ad in the street for Vogue. Kylie is the special guest editor this month. How hot does she look!! Got to go buy this today....
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Blessing or Burdon....
Wednesday, worked with AJ at his place. Always exhausting... that man can talk underwater. Always leave there feeling drained. Most of the time I struggle to keep up with him - I swear sometimes I feel the words dribbling back out my ears when I can't hold anymore of them in.
Caught up with Tony, Bazz and their friend Brad - Roast Lamb dinner, a nice red, and 5 hours in front of Tony's computer... the purpose this night was to fix it... some Symantec installation gone bad, and so PC wouldn't work anymore. Bloody Nortons...
So ended up crashing there since it was late, and we had all had a few wines, so best to get a lift in the morning.
Home for the day, getting some graphics finished for the updates to our site. Almost done....
So my ex Mike popped over Thursday evening. The boy rings and says he is having problems with his notebook. "Its running really slow... I don't know whats wrong with it! Want me to pay you?" "No need to pay me. Bring it over, I will have a look for you... Actually... you can bring some beer if you like... :o)"
Wondering whether my penchant for anything I.T. is a blessing or a burden.... I guess it is a blessing cos it gives me a chance to catch up with people... but shouldn't they want to catch up any other time?? Hmmm... well, I can fix em, and that's what friends are for! At least I got dinner one night, and beer the next :o)
So anyway, Mike arrives with his notebook, and a six pack of TED's... noice...
As soon as he handed me the 'puter, I already had a fair idea of what was wrong with it... it had to be atleast 6 years old... the thing was designed for Windows 98... So I turn it on, and it takes a couple of minutes to get started... nothing out of the ordinary for a 6yo computer. Check it out... theres nothing wrong with it! In fact, there weren't even any programs on it! It was a clean install. The sluggishness was purely to do with it being an old computer.
"Dude, Your notebook is slow cos it's old. Nothing I do is going to fix that. It's always going to be old."
Nice, so rest of the evening was just chatting, and catching up on old times. Mike worked at Hayman Island for the past year or so. So he had plenty of stories to tell about what the staff get up to up there... Interesting stuff... But shan't say anymore.
Good times....
Caught up with Tony, Bazz and their friend Brad - Roast Lamb dinner, a nice red, and 5 hours in front of Tony's computer... the purpose this night was to fix it... some Symantec installation gone bad, and so PC wouldn't work anymore. Bloody Nortons...
So ended up crashing there since it was late, and we had all had a few wines, so best to get a lift in the morning.
Home for the day, getting some graphics finished for the updates to our site. Almost done....
So my ex Mike popped over Thursday evening. The boy rings and says he is having problems with his notebook. "Its running really slow... I don't know whats wrong with it! Want me to pay you?" "No need to pay me. Bring it over, I will have a look for you... Actually... you can bring some beer if you like... :o)"
Wondering whether my penchant for anything I.T. is a blessing or a burden.... I guess it is a blessing cos it gives me a chance to catch up with people... but shouldn't they want to catch up any other time?? Hmmm... well, I can fix em, and that's what friends are for! At least I got dinner one night, and beer the next :o)
So anyway, Mike arrives with his notebook, and a six pack of TED's... noice...
As soon as he handed me the 'puter, I already had a fair idea of what was wrong with it... it had to be atleast 6 years old... the thing was designed for Windows 98... So I turn it on, and it takes a couple of minutes to get started... nothing out of the ordinary for a 6yo computer. Check it out... theres nothing wrong with it! In fact, there weren't even any programs on it! It was a clean install. The sluggishness was purely to do with it being an old computer.
"Dude, Your notebook is slow cos it's old. Nothing I do is going to fix that. It's always going to be old."
Nice, so rest of the evening was just chatting, and catching up on old times. Mike worked at Hayman Island for the past year or so. So he had plenty of stories to tell about what the staff get up to up there... Interesting stuff... But shan't say anymore.
Good times....
Friday, November 03, 2006
Goove Thang...
So Tuesday, Dove and I went to see Priscilla The Musical. It was great fun. Had heard differing reviews from a few people, some hated it, some loved it. I thought it was great... some parts were a bit tacky, some a bit slow - but overall a lot of fun.
Before the show, we sat outside and had a beer, watching the parade of trannies, grannies, the highly excitable and often squeally gay boys, the curious fag-hag-wannabe 40-something woman with obedient hubby in tow.
Show time... We had third row, so we had a great view. And what a view it was... hot sexy boys in next to nothing dancing and simulating feverishly hot sex (all part of the dance routine of course) right in front of us.... mmmmmm. Flesh.. butts... and amazing abs as far as the eye could see. ***Sigh...***
Before the show, we sat outside and had a beer, watching the parade of trannies, grannies, the highly excitable and often squeally gay boys, the curious fag-hag-wannabe 40-something woman with obedient hubby in tow.
Show time... We had third row, so we had a great view. And what a view it was... hot sexy boys in next to nothing dancing and simulating feverishly hot sex (all part of the dance routine of course) right in front of us.... mmmmmm. Flesh.. butts... and amazing abs as far as the eye could see. ***Sigh...***
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Two Words ....
Does anyone really think that I should only post the nicest, fluffiest, happiest moments of my life here? Not every day is fantastic. Not every day is bad. Chores are chores, and I'm sorry if my lack of sheer pleasure during such chores is offensive to some people.
This is where I put my thoughts. If you don't like it - easily fixed... don't read it.
This is where I put my thoughts. If you don't like it - easily fixed... don't read it.
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
Love Joe Phillips ....
Hot Trailer.... Gotta love Joe Phillips stuff!
Warning : It's a bit naughty... :op
Warning : It's a bit naughty... :op
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. . . .