9 things for 9 Weeks

With 9 weeks till I leave our fair shores I have decided to do 9 things in 9 weeks. Some are small and simple, taking only a few moments. Some are more complex, time-consuming and challenging. I invite you all on my journey and experience these precious moments with me, helping me close a chapter and start writing, or blogging, the new one.

9 Things for 9 Weeks.

1. Swim at Manly
A day time event, perhaps closer to when I leave, just because it is far far far to cold for me in my speedos to be in the ocean at this time of year. But a manly ferry ride to and from and a picnic for everyone who wants to watch me get frost-bite.

2. Get my drivers' license
I'm booked in at 9am on Monday September 18th.

3. Attend a Netball match.
Friday 11 August, Acer Arena (formerly Sydney Superdome): $21.70.
Sydney Swifts (competition leaders) V Melbourne Phoenix (currently in 2nd place!). Anyone get us some Media tickets?

4. Go to the Powerhouse 50 years' of Australian Television Exhibition
I think I can do this one this weekend. It's $10, unless any of you are members of ICOM (International Council of Museums) then its free.

5. Go to the Zoo to take a photo with a kangaroo I can impress people overseas with, when I tell them it was in fact my pet.
Sunday activity. Ferry over, ferry back. Relaxed Opera Bar drinks after.

6. Sail.
Belly wants to be taken. I can take whoever else. September 16 was the date set. That night is Karla's birthday. It is in my dad's laser, a very small and wet boat. I will take people out for 15min sessions. So we could have a big bbq in the afternoon evening there for KP and go out afterwards.

7. Meat Pie.
I want to eat a meat pie from a bakery of a small country town. I love meat pies. This should be incorporated into a road trip/weekend away out of Sydney. Id like to go out to Bathurst for the day, eat a pie at Sofala or Oberon... perhaps stay with Dani in Orange overnight?

8. Apologise to my neighbours for my 21st.
...and pissing in their boat which they park in front of our house, since they have not spoken to me in over a year, except to abuse me for spraying the pidgeons. Perhaps a few of us can dress in black and apologise on mass, holding Olive branches.

9. Harry's.
I've never had anything from Harry's Cafe. This would be a friday night thing.... Ericas before hand, Tillbury in Woollomoolloo, Harry's, Cross.

Yuko & Tess, Porn & Pizza

So last weekend: Went over to tess' for dinner with her, tim and Yuko. We had $5 thai. Yeah, it can be done, $5. Was alright... as far as $5 thai goes. Lots of carrots. I think I ate my years worth of carrots, it stores in my body so when I spew it has them there in reserves. Good to see those two, not carrots and spew, Tess and Yuko I mean. We dont catch up enough.



Anyway, on saturday Belly, Laura, Karla and I went to dinner in Newtown. We ate, laughed, had moments. Laura left for bed. Tim arrived with Kendall, who had drunk a water bottle of pure Bailey's and kept pulling liquor out of places I didnt know existed. Then we went back to Karla's to watch sex and the city. WOAH! Hold on! PORN? Yes, no Karla is not a swinger, to our knowledge. We were going through her flatmate's DVDs that were in the lounge looking for one to watch when we stubbled upon his porn collection. We popped one on. Foul. I wont be quoting any of the lines from that movie all around town. We watched for a while. The lights were off, thank god! Anyway, the plot was based on how some skank got some guy's cock stuck in her mouth. Anyway, just before Tim was about to spew from disgust, Karla's flatmate came home. And was like "Yeah, this is a good bit". We were all like, ummmm, ok.

Have a good one.

Angus

The Best Aussie Wine and the best Aussie Fashion

So on friday tim invited me to the Australian Wine show that he had tickets to. He had a spare one, so I brought a girl I work with, a lovely New Yorker called Jen. Im not the world most professional wine conneusier, i cant even spell connesier. Anyway, we went, drank some wine... The wines seemed to taste nicer as the evening went on, funny that. It was fun. It was at Darling Habour, so after we went for a stroll through habourside where we stubbled upon some fine Australian fashion that took my fancy. Im a bit paranoid that I am going to freeze in London, so I've been looking for some fine knitwear to keep me snug. Short of a matching Ken Done jumpsuit, this coogi jumper was the best I could find... and on sale for $59! Bargain!

PRESS CHECK

Ok, I've had some strange experiences with printers in my short carrer. None more so than the time Ms Aitken and I trotted off to Marrickville to see Maria at Marrickville Print and Design, who used a large fruitcake to try and distract us from the stange asian sweatshop she seemed to be running out the back. Or perhaps the time when Interp's erotic sounding salesman invited us to a dark alley and up the back of his warehouse... only to abuse us because our files were set up wrong. Anyway, I went to another printer on friday to check how my work was printing, on the right paper and stuff, all in all, a good experience. I wanted the green to be brighter so they adjusted it and made it better, then they gave me chocolate. Here are some photos of me checking my work. Ok, you usually dont wearing the 3D glasses, but this particular job we have this effect that you can only see the images and headlines if you got these glasses on. Its cool.

My mail order bride

So I went out and bought a picture frame the other day for a job I was doing. It had in it a delightful picture of a young lady who looked like she was going to a mid 90s formal. Anyway, i decided to put it on my desk at work, similar to how people put their kids or partners. My co-workers were like.... "um, who's that?" or "is that your girlfriend?" or "is he serious?" it even went to "angus, is that a picture of you in a dress?" NO! I started to tell people that her name was infact Ramona, she was my mail order bride from Russia and our song was the early 90s classic "Mona" by craig mcgloclan. Finally I found a girl that doesn't talk back, doesnt require much maintainence, she's always in her place, never complains that I'm at work too much (because she is there with me)... she positively picture perfect!




im such a loser.

Trainstorming

Now dont let anyone tell you my job is easy. Today we were struggling to come up with ideas so we decided to leave the office and "work offsite". We went to the train station and hopped on a train to hurstville and then got off and came back, brainstorming all the way. Weird, random and fun. No good ideas came out of it, except the possibility of blogging this activity.

from class to crass

So I wrote this big post then lost it, so I'll be brief...
Went out with erica and karla to dinner on friday night (at our thai place mon). Work had given me super expensive champers for some good work i did so we drank that, and some more wine... then met tim and went to summit for a cocktail, all very classy and suprisingly this is when tim left and then we went all dodgy. Orient, followed by scruffy murphys. Erica picked up a random and karla and I turned around for one moment and then erica had gone, in a taxi with this dude apparently on her way to kings cross. crazy. good night gals. thanks.

Dragonfly is shit.

Pip came down to Sydney for a night to celebrate one of her friends birthdays. But we ended up going out till 6am. We started at dinner, but headed to the cross soon after. We went to dragonfly. What a bunch of pretentious fucking gits. Apart from the fact the same song seemed to be on when we got there and was still going 3 hours later when we left, they had no ATM and didnt accept credit at some of the bars, they seemed to say James was underdressed, but suddenly let him in when the 8 girls we were with decided if we couldnt get in then they wouldnt either, and most of all they ran out of drinks... i asked for extra dry - none... i asked for smirnoff black ice - none... i asked for jager redbull... NO JAGER. And you pay $20 to get it, for what? No drinks, a song that goes no where and a general pants fashion shoot. James and I used pip's lip gloss to adjust the cloakroom sign. Two girls that were booking stuff in didnt seem impressed when I asked them if they were on the list to get into the cloakroom, they said "umm, no its the cloakroom" and then they kept chewing. Then we made a hasty retreat to Empire, where we boggied the night away, with beth/dani/karla/kelly. Gooooood Times. Ok, so ive just spent all this time complaining, but I had a fucking awsome night. I totally dint flake either. You know how I usually have naps in the corner of the bars and stuff, well not that night. I was out till 6am, and I could have gone for longer, but I felt I should go home because I was hungry. I came home and ate a bag of ham and half a block of fetta cheese. Yum, yum.

Bingay

So Tim had us all go to this charity bingo night... "Bingay". Was very amusing. I won a $150 dinner and a set of steak knives. If you call Bingay and you are wrong, you have to put a giant penis on your head. We headed down oxford street after that for a big night of crazy shinanigans, it all gets fairly blurry after I scoffed down a 7 Eleven sausage roll.

Sibilings, Spectrum and Sweet Sweet Jager.

This was a night from two saturdays just been busy, so not had much blogging time. But im here now.