Blogging

Has been a shocker of a week with my poor little brain hurting from all the mobile phone rays beaming through it from either side of my fat head after the 40+ hours of conference calls I’ve been on in the last few days.. To say work has been busy is an understatement. There have been some very tense moments, and some excited people getting on calls and letting the world know who’s boss. Funnily enough, it’s never me telling the world I’m boss (even though I know I am) although have had a few calls where I’ve had to 1) hang up the phone on someone, 2) tell someone to get back in their box and 3) mediate while two normally professional people tear strips of each other. Ahh, the joys of the corporate world!

But my post isn’t meant to be about work at all – it’s meant to be about blogging.. An old friend was in Melbourne last week and was umming and ahhing about starting a blog. Obviously, his is never going to be as fabulous as mine (if in doubt people, I promise that was self-depreciating humour!) I have to encourage those who have a penchant for writing to do it. It doesn’t need to be amazing prose, as this blog surely shows, and it satiates the need that us aspiring writers have to express ourselves in some moderately readable way..  So – Mr Tache – not sure if you are reading this, or if you stopped after the first time (because let’s face up to the harsh reality, it’s not exactly amazing prose!) - get your blog address on here, and I encourage those of you who read this one, to click through to see what he has to offer.

Big love all. x

Back to it

Has been a while, and for those of you who read this and/or know me, and know that I am a big drinker, let me just say – this one was mammoth. Previous hangovers have all paled in comparison to the mega-uber-super hangover I sustained after my best friends wedding. Obviously I wasn’t a bridesmaids – bridesmaids are demure and lovely and don’t get drunked, while guests (such as my good self) obliterate themselves and their livers in the quest for total annihilition/inebriation. This one took the cake. It was so bad that I think it was only by day 4 that I was finally, thankfully, eventually coming good.

And then I called glittergirl.. And on the weekend, while I was skulling champers and ouzo (my bestie is Greek, her dad loves the ouzo!), and kicking my heels up with a fab “oopa!” as I danced like Zorba himself, she was running some 150-km-31-hour-through-the-bush-at-midnight-kayaking-through-mangroves-with-leeches-thing called a geochallenge. And surprise, surprise, it took her about 4 days to recover as well. So which one had more fun, I guess is the question.. as in, which one was worth spending 4 days in a dazed and confused state, not wanting to get out of bed, but having too much of the horrors to be able to sleep? Hmmm, it’s certainly a tough one.

I was just glad when the now ex-flatmate-that-I-love came over this evening on her way to IKEA for home furnishings and brought with her a cask of Yalumba’s finest. It meant she was on the mend as well. And a few glasses have made me feel better – maybe that was what my body was crying out for these last few days..

Anyway – congrats to M and C – big love to both of you – A stunning bride and a gorgeous groom. My camera was a casualty on the night, but I still have a few amazing pics. Thanks for a great day. It was well and truly worth 4 days of my life. x x