Picnic By The Motorway

And then 23852309 years later, she wrote a new entry.

Whatever, I’ve had shit going on, y’know?

On Tuesday I’m heading to the Gold Coast, and while the weather is looking a little dicey (this week: “hello, how would you like thirty-degrees of awesome?” | next week: “I conjured up eighteen-degrees for you – yeah, you might as well be in Auckland”) I’m very much looking forward to the excursion. Mostly because when you are in another country there is less expectation to respond to crap your Blackberry is throwing at you.

However, there are two things that have suddenly occurred to me about the holiday.

1) Because my sister and I will be joined by her two young children, there will be no going out and getting tipsy while making silly decisions at the casino. Mostly because there will be NO GOING OUT. You can’t just pop out while the kidlets slumber, that’s the mistake Madeleine’s parents made, remember?

2) Oh shit. Last Summer I was at least a whole dress size smaller than I am now. If things heat up in the Gold Coast, I’m going to have to fashion a romper suit out of the hotel curtains.

Now I’m not sure if I want it to be sunny or if I’d prefer it to be cool enough for me to wear my fat winter clothes.

Also, does anyone know where I might find a stockist of the Samsonite Ultralite range? In red? I’d quite like to get a cabin bag to match my new suitcase. Women eh? Pfft.

Today Leroy had… well, you know, he got fixed. Poor fella. He’s definitely not himself tonight, a bit groggy and dopey, but doing fine nonetheless. Of course there are certain advantages to having downstairs-surgery; tonight Leroy will be sleeping in the bedroom for the very first time. He also got tinned food tonight. The fancy vet stuff.

In fact, I don’t think I ate as well as Leroy did tonight. Both Joel and I were stupid tired when we got home. He was starving, but I wasn’t ready for dinner. The hunger got the better of Joel so he devoured a pack of chips and didn’t feel like dinner by the time my tummy started rumbling, and that was a giant pain in the ass because I wanted him to go and fetch some takeaways. He really only falls for that if he’s hungry too.

At around 9:30 I gave in and shoved a couple of frozen fish thingees into the oven. My goodness, I am so tired I spent several minutes trying to remember what you call the fish thingees – because I know it’s not “thingees”. However, I also know that investing even more minutes into punishing my memory won’t do a single bit of good. Brain est mush. Fish thingees est fish thingees.

It’s been a pretty good Sunday so far. The sun popped out long enough to heat the lounge and warm us while we ate a delicious breakfast, cooked by JK. Nick recently returned from touring in the US and JK is quietly stoked to have friends again. Ha.

So, Nick came over last night to play Guitar Hero World Tour, but we were all too tired to engage in the game and ended up watching a wanky subtitles film instead. It was actually quite compelling – depressing though. Now the Nick and JK are sitting around looking at the internet, listening to a hip hop record, and talking about bands ripping off other bands.

This is how we roll.