Sunny Corner

This little old duplex, sitting dwarfed by the large looming apartment blocks that surround it and bulge onto the once quiet street, features prominently in any reminiscing that I do. It represents the time I consider my coming of age. When I fell headlong into a hedonism of the poor and dysfunctional. Sunny Corner. It saw many late nights and early mornings as occupants sat buried in a daze of ciggerettes, journal keeping...the walls trying to contain the smoke, the low noise from Rage on the tv and the huntsmen.

I discovered I wasn't a goth, that I didn't belong on the "Gold Coast" and that Jeff Buckley was magic. I pawned all my unneccesary possessions and traded them for even more unnecessary ones and spent the rest of the money on coffee. Britpop was massive and being an elitest, purest or generally self obsessed self righteous twat seemed easy and natural. The rose-tint that memory glosses over this time forges it in my mind as the best time of my life.......

When the mould grows

I am feeling very sad and just a trifle cranky. Today I went to get my Starbuck glass from the work fridge and empty out the Chia seeds which were slowly fermenting and festering. I was 2 days late. After not being able to find my beloved glass in the fridge I announced to my department in a slightly strained voice that my glass was missing. To my horror I was then informed, bravely by the HR lady herself, that she had indeed thrown my glass and its contents into the bin. Didn't just empty out the collectors memrobillia glass and put it in the dishwasher. NO! Threw it and it's contents into the rubbish without a warning.

I don't really remember what was said after that. I was trying to quell the rising tears and keep my voice even.......

I'm sad.

Rookie mistakes and Soy lattes in the sun

This weekend just gone was close to the best weekend I have had apart from the Phillip Island MotoGP round.

Friday: The Run Real Estate called to confirm that GB and I were successful in our application for the house we wanted in Seaford. Hooray! I am going to be a proper commuter now.
I left for the airport straight after work and arrived at Coolangatta at 9pm. T picked me up (yep she has her car licence now) and we went for a burl around the coast and had coffee at Kingscliffe’s new resort. I haven’t seen T or M since the MotoGP in October 2007.

Saturday and Sunday: I spent the weekend on the coast with the Bott’s and indulged in every way a person does on holiday. Overate and drank too much :)
It has been about 10 years since I have been back on the coast, so there was the obligatory drive by the old house and wandering around the old haunts exclaiming how much things have changed. T is not much of a drinker and M is 2 weeks away from having her second child, so it was up to Dr Bott to be my drinking partner. We shared a lovely bottle of wine over a seafood lunch sitting on Tweed River, then followed that up with drinks at SaltBar in Kinglscliffe.

GB was playing the perfect boyfriend and was there waiting dutifully at the airport and surprised me with a bunch of welcome home flowers. But the weekend was way too short and I found myself a little bit sad on the trip home from the airport. I miss having my friends close by.
The perfect end to the great weekend was waking up to the Leguna Seca MotoGP live on TV. Rossi and Stoner put on quite the show. Chris Vermeulen got another podium which I was happy about. Stoner made a Rookie mistake which saw Rossi take the lead by over 10sec , then Stoner whinged about it like the bad sport he can be at times.

So I find myself in the best mood - at work, although not working yet, and I feel reinvigorated and motivated and excited for all the changes coming up.