Weekend was great. Spent it in Cairns and had a night out clubbing for an old mate's 30th. It was really lovely to be out in town hanging out with friends, drinking and dancing, like old times (except now I check my phone every 5 minutes for missed calls from Nan and Pa's!)
Greg was a beautiful and attentive date. Last time we were out socialising I had to spell it out for him that you don't pull up a chair time and again next to some chick promoting herself as a pagan hedonist, who wants to get away with mass-murder and shag lots of old people when she finally makes it into a retirement home, or any other random chick for that matter when there's a seat empty near your woman! And what happened to the way we always presented ourselves as a united force (in my case -to be reckoned with!!), so no one would get the wrong idea or have an opinion that they could divide us? I never want that to change!
Maybe my message sunk in, or maybe I was just looking too irresistible for him, or maybe I was just too busy socialising myself to become worked up over who Greg was bumming cigarettes off every other moment he wasn't with me... Give me a break, I've already admitted to being a jealous freak and a hypocrite... Doesn't really help when my man is the biggest head turner in the room who only began to realise his magnetism over woman once he'd already hooked up with me and after a whole adolescence spent feeling like the opposite to a ladies man.
Anyway I woke up with big inky patches all over myself from the stamps I was sporting on my wrists and wore them proudly all the next day. I even stayed sober enough to drive home. (Coz after much protesting some friends convinced my to start budgeting and my budget certainly doesn't include $20 taxi rides!!! Or too many expensive drinks!)
The only sad thing was one of us (I'm saying it was Greg) forgot to close up properly before we left on Friday night and a night tiger got in while we were gone and ate our beautiful budgies : (. First mission when we got home yesterday was to catch the bloody thing! I swear our eski has had more snakes in it then beers!
2 comments:
is a night tiger a beer? I am confused! Glad to hear you are getting out and having fun!!
The "night tiger" is a type of snake - the budgie swallowing kind. Our big eski is where we keep all the snakes we catch before and while we relocate them.
True story.
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