Yo yo yo, majorly to tha Sis, but to all those others on various island hopping, non-working/holidaying, red-coat wearing, chest waxing expeditions, howdy. Your blogs are melding into one stream of consciousness. How were your weekends? Is a weekend plural if more than one person experiences it?...
This weekend was very chore-ish for me. Apart from the spectacular win of the mighty Sydney FC (I never doubted them) it involved lots of cleaning on Satdy, and lots of driving on Sunday.
The driving involved three round trips from Collaroy to Clovelly. Now, non-Sydneysiders, don't let the similar names fool you. These burbs are MILES apart. Like, MILES. Look it up man. Ran through a whole tank of petty!
First run was to collect KT's boxes from storage for consolidation purposes when I leave town.
Second run was to see our favourite Canadian from the Costa Rica project I went on. Megs is out for a year doing her Masters in Social Change at the 'Gong. She's just landed and needed some friendly faces. She loved Coogee:
Third trip was to take Megs home after we kidnapped her to Collaroy for a few brief hours. A phew brief hours. Suffice to say, my right leg was still pressing the accelerator all through the night. It's like when you go to sleep on land after being on a boat for ages. You still rock. (Although I still rock no matter what, obviously).
Am v impressed by the frequency of KT's calls this last week, but don't know if youse all have been receiving similar treatment from the gal so don't want to make jealous like.
Anyways, Barcelona is booked for two weeks' time. I will have to work on my Catalan. Any tips from anyone who's been there B4?
Also managed to squeeze in two movies - Keeping Mum, which involved Maggie Smith looking scarily like what I think my Aunty Merrin will look like in 40 years, and The Wedding Crashers, from which I took the following piece of fashion advice:
