Grad ball

A group of slightly tipsy graduand primary school teachers from the Harbourview a week ago:

You'll love the new, non-obese you

That's what one of my dedicated spammers told me this morning when I opened my work emails, but after this weeekend's eating fest, somehow I don't think that'll be happening. It started on Saturday at the lovely Casa Yannie - my sister's very nice house in Lilyfield. For those not in the know, middle sis is a gourmet chef/maths teacher/engineer/legend. She cooked up an absolute fesast, and even accommodated Emja at short notice - what an angel.

We watched Broken Flowers, which I think should come with a warning saying it is a hazard to your mental health. It was Terrible with a capital T.

Then on Sunday, Emja's fam had a big ol BBQ at their place with the extended family. I got whacked on the head by a hovercraft remote control. Andrew and Jamie were down from Brissie with their beautiful new bub Archie. He is absolutely massive - like 8kgs at 2 and a half months. We put him in a cot and challenged all the other babies to enter his lair for a good ol' fashioned baby rumble.

Emja got picked to be his godmother, which is cool.

Then Sunday night, I took Emja out on a surprise date to Kobe Jones on Darling Harbour. This is where the obesity really set in for me - I ate about a kilo of fired tofu in macadamia nut pesto - yum but ergh! Em looked great though!

Twas hard to waddle up Kent Street ro Sydney Observatory for the special night tour we went on. Clouds not withstanding it was a lot of fun. Asronomy is very very intemeresting.

Next weekend I head off down to Currarong for some male bonding with my uncle and cousin. Then after that it's a wilderness first aid course and uni summer course in Melbourne, and my scooter riding test for my full licence. Mucho que organisar antes de mi viaje a españa.

Sorry for the break in transmission. Love youse all.

New York Get Ready

There's a KT co-ming.

Don't need much roo-om,

She's ve-ry small.

As KT walked off into the sunset* I could hear the people of New York cheering from here.

It has been asbsotively posolutely THE BEST having you here for the last couple of weeks Sis. You have been a ray of sunshine in an otherwise non-lobstering day. I reckon NY is gonna be re-named KT-town some time soon.

In other news, my f-grade celeb spotting continues - I saw James O'Loughlin from the ABC yesterday!

Later gators.

*Picture may/may not be of KT, and may/may not be an accurate depiction of the Sydney departure gates. Also, this blog in no way endorses actually walking into the sunset - it is a very dangerous activity, even for Lobbies.

I'm a survivor

On the most ironical of grey cold days, Emja, me and the crew* headed out to Marto Place and did the walk against warming.

Estimates of the crowd reached 20,000. We shall see if just walking down the street actually achieves anything.

It was good for random f-grade celebrity spotting though. Among the people we saw:
- The weird looking guy from the chaser who put the sausages down his pants to attract sniffer dogs;
- Johanne Lees (of Peter Falconio - killed in the Oz desert fame);
- Mel from Sunrise (grrrrrr - kill! kill!); and
- (apparently from the news coverage) Cate Blanchett.

But Emja got into it - joining the marching band with an impromptu maracca solo.

Managed to get a cold but finished my last uni assignment for the year so all in all a great weekend.

Can't believe it's one day until KT becomes a Yank - nooooooooo!

Over and out.

*The guy to the right is Jonny - a new addition to the crew, but a worthy one, given he won the British 'Survivor'.

By gosh it has been just super fantastic having my old little sis around gee whiz. She's a far out girl.

Our various cavortings have been reported elsewhere, so I'll save youse all the rehash. I also saw The Departed last night, and although Señor Tangles has already flagged it, I'm gonna rehash cos it was pretty disturbing. One of the best movies I've seen in a long time, but still disturbing. Not a date flick.

Apart from the dodgy love interest storyline, it was seamless. All the action is behind the eyes of the guys who make up lies to stay alive. It was awesome to see Leonardo in a much much darker version of his Catch Me If You Can role. He and Matt Damon make good nemeses. It all makes me wonder how the heck people write such complex stories, and how I was told once that you just write back from the ending.

But it is a looooong movie. My mate Russ and I got out of the cinema at 1am. His car was on level 5. We were locked into Level 6. After a few death defying rolls under barriers and down dark ramps, we managed to get his pride and joy outta there. For those who don't know (i.e. pretty much all of you) Russ drives one of these. It is a BEAST. But the best thing is that Russ is the opposite of the stereotypical driver of such a car. We have been known to cruise along Brighton with 'I wanna know what love is (I want you to show me)' or the Crowded House album blaring.

Anyway, my old place at Gladstone Street is living up to its reputation once again. Sounds like I got out at the right time. Just like when I pulled out of East Timor before the trouble started. And when I pulled KT out of the burning bookshop in Armidale. I think I am getting good at close shaves.