Speedy Getaway

Sunday night saw us pack our bags, load up the car and head towards Mrs. Macquarie’s Chair. Here we watched the inspirational documentary called Enron, The Smartest Guys in the Room. This documentary will soon be the foundation by which Katina and I will plot to take over Macquarie Bank and ultimately the world (did I just say that out aloud?).

11 O’clock rolled around and the troops were ready for the long and hyperactive drive ahead…yes we were heading to Newcastle. We stayed in a spacious apartment which overlooked the beach. Our sitter for the trip was Nishil, he assured us that we could literally roll onto the beach, Lisa and I tested out this claim and have consequently ended up with several bruised ribs. For the record, you can roll onto the beach from the apartment; it is highly recommended however, that you don’t.

We shopped and nibbled on Newcastle’s IT-street, Darby Street. Here, the street is lined with 3 clothing boutiques and semi-trendy eateries. We were also treated to a water’s edge restaurant called Scratchleys, however, much to Nishil’s disappointment, we were more amused by Harry’s Café De Wheels across the road than the breath taking views from our table.

Newcastle is a sleepy, unassuming beach town. The people are simple and the fashion even simpler. It must be said that the food we sampled in Newcastle was surprisingly fabulous! Simple flavors, fresh seafood and creative infusions, ensured a festive party in our mouths every time. It’s good to be back in the hustle and bustle of Sydney life.

the rest of the pics are here

Blurred Signals

I write this post with the sexy sounds of Erotica by Madonna in the back ground. This week full of surprising experiences (complete with a lap dancing class) has made me ponder on the subtle and sometimes overtly sexual signals that we send out.

Earlier this week, I went was out on a fabulous date. I had on my feel-good outfit and my hair was kinked to perfection (well at least my sister assured me that it was) and so I ventured out to what ended up being a 6 hour date. When the plates were cleared, glasses emptied and dessert was polished off, my heart began to beat a little faster…the anticipation of the first kiss was making me very nervous.

The first kiss came and it reduced me into a fumbling mess….As we headed off home, my date kissed me in a way that made my eyebrow rise well above my head. On the cab ride home, I blushed and giggled nervously to myself…what signals did I send out to make my date surrender to such playful urges?

I do not consider myself a sexual prowess, but I often indulge in harmless flirting. It is part of my nature to flirt, I flirt with the boys and I flirt with the girls. To me, it’s all the same. I have often wondered whether my liberated sense of friendliness can be misinterpreted.

What is it that the fellas are responding to? Are the ladies constantly sending out signals unawares? Could it be the pheromones? Or perhaps it was the vanilla scent I was wearing? For those playing at home, if you had a chance to read the Physic Moments post, you will all be amused to know that this date fitted the tall, stylish and dashingly handsome entrepreneur that sweeps my off my feet description. *Freaky*

Ladies @ Libertine

It was great to finally get together with Di and Emily for dinner. Especially when it was prior to Christmas when we last saw Di.

The night was full of girly giggles, impressive food and fun. The conversation danced around Emily’s pistols (her right arm is considerably more muscular than her left arm), Di’s fetish for bacteria and her topless examinations of patients (with and without the special lotion and candle in the background), Betty’s work title and I was responsible for inserting the probably unfunny and often crude jokes.


the gorgeous lanterns

On the drive home Emily, Betty and I realized the importance of having girlfriends, ones that you can depend on and completely feel comfortable with. Perhaps not as comfortable as being stark naked around your girlfriends, that boarders on pervy and pornographic. The comfort of having special ladies in your life that you have shared so many special moments with and having the knowledge that many more are to come is a very special notion.

No manners necessary


To the Ladies!
Hip hip hooray