Borat does the Beach

Sacha Baron Cohen is hilarious... I mean where else can one find a banana hammock swimsuit in 2006?

swimsuit + shoes and socks = sexiness

Nothing else to be said really. Hahahahaha

Happy 21st Stevie-Anne

HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY!

Give me as "S-T-E-V-I-E" what does it spell?

Stevie!!

Event: Stevie’s 21st Birthday and her Brother’s 18th
Dress : Cheerleaders and Foortballers

A big “Happy Birthday” to Stevie, who is now officially in the over-twenties bracket. It was a great night had by all, even though I had to dash to another birthday before 12am. I was there long enough to witness Stevie’s little hot bod in her purple cheerleader outfit, and to take a few happy snaps of the Pitt St crew.

Ps. I’m still shocked by the man in the yellow netball skirt and matching knee high socks, who was equipped with a bra stuffed with tennis balls. It was especially eventful when he proceeded to pull the tennis balls from his bra to prove he didn’t have man boobs… nice touch, very classy, work it girl, I mean wo- man.

Busy Bee

Day:

Seduced

It is an important event that will get me up before 9am on a Saturday morning, this week it was the Seduce factory sale. Katina picked me up at the ungodly hour of 9am to head to the sale. Credit cards in hand, retail appetites well equipped and an unnatural willingness to sift through every item in the warehouse ensured that we wouldn’t walk out empty handed. My aim was getting my little greedy hands on anything in a size 6/8 and decide later whether I wanted it or not. Kat’s aim was to pretty much buy everything in sight.

We managed to lose each other amongst the hullabaloo of the sale, however when Kat found me, she was lost under a pile of luxe jumpers and sexy suites, she was waving a top to me. I immediately fell in love with it, as it was so perfectly, a Lisa top (Lisa couldn’t make the shopping expedition due to illness), in Lisa’s absence, Kat had found this top for her and I think there was a teary moment of appreciation there.

After what felt like hours of traumatic communal change room antics, we headed towards the checkout to pay for our bundles of claim. The "Lisa top" did not have a price tag on it and the gentleman at the counter estimated that the top was approximately $35 (I was pretty chuffed at this), however with a disapproving shake of the Kat’s head, he dropped the price down to $15. Kat further exercised her retail rights and managed to get the top down to $10, how absolutely fabulous.

House Hunting

High from the sale, Kat and I raced back to suburbs to scope out Emily’s own potential purchase (I am referring to the property her and JC are currently courting). Can I just say, what a charming house. Everything about this property invites you to imagine the possibilities, Emily, I can imagine late DVD nights, chocolate fondue, dinner parties and BBQs. Good luck you guys, I am keeping my fingers and toes crossed for you.

Night:

Happy Mother’s Day

A genius Aunty of mine decided to have the annual Mother’s Day dinner at the overly busy and congested Garden Buffet at Star City. To top it off, we couldn’t make a booking as it was mother’s day, we were a party of 23 and there were hoards of hungry humans to contend with. The food was of the buffet variety, tiny prawns, endless salad and greenery and super chewy meat, yummy.

One For The Grannies

Currently Listening to:
I Got Rhythm by Lena Horne Feat. Q-Tip

This weekend saw Katina, Lisa and I back to our naughty little antics. We have been out of action and hibernating for the better half of this year and we promised each other we wouldn’t come home until after 4am. Mission accomplished.

Saturday night began at the Balkan Seafood restaurant where Lisa and I celebrated Chris’ birthday. It provided an opportunity to catch up with much missed friends and also presented a platform for perfectly heterosexual guys to explore their heightened level of camp-ness. An invitation from a friend ensured that Lisa and I made a quick and fashionable dash out of the dinner to the Balmain Exchange, where the sexy sounds of Brown Sugar flowed like sweet honey.

The ladies found a little spot where we proceeded to shake our booties on the sticky and nut scattered dance floor. After about 20 minutes of our best Beyonce impressions, we all noticed that the delectable lead singer Miguel was starring in our direction. Unsure as to whether we where slightly tipsy or deluded, we decided to test this theory. We moved to a difference location and true to form his eyes followed us…we were very all happy to agree that he was mesmerized by us (he must have seen the cobwebs we sported). After a little more bumping and grinding we realized that the band director (the drummer) actually knew us, we were invited to join the band for some after party fun at Redroom, in which we politely declined. Next destination…Fringe Bar in Paddington.

Parking in Paddington proved to be surprisingly easy and here is why…Upon finding the most perfect parking spot, we were all debating as to whether this guy walking in front of us was wearing a skirt. Katina who missed the subtlety chromosome, flicked on her head lights to catch a better look. Unable to distinguish what the hobo was wearing, we all agreed he was wearing a skort (skirt/shorts). A couple more minutes of organizing ourselves in the car, the phantom skort guy made another triumphant return. This time Kat flicked on the high-beams to ensure a precise analysis. The last laugh was on us, he flashed us! The guy had pulled up his SKIRT, bent over and exposed his g-string clad butt for our viewing pleasure.

Fringe Bar was spilling with people eager to please. We were grateful that our chaperon was a dashing 6ft 6” who lead us speedily through the crowd. His mad dash however, did not protect us from a couple of ass grabs and some random guy running his hand through my hair (Never touch the hair!). A lack of air conditioning and personal space made me queasy and oily. An hour painstakingly passed and we left, regretting our Redroom invitation. We bid farewell and Lisa and I participated in what is known as a Boob Hug. Our drunken chaperon demanded we give him a Boob Hug in return for leaving so soon after arriving.

We headed to Diamond Bar with one of the club runners. Here we received VIP treatment and danced for hours. The dance floor made way to a dance off; where we witnessed a guy do the splits and two girls impersonating soft porn go-go type dancers. All in all it was a great night; we spent a total of $5 each and took one for the grannies!

Moooo Night

On Saturday night Betty and I were lucky enough to be invited to enjoy Uncle John and Aunty Manisha’s culinary genius. It was aptly themed cow/mooo night because big juicy steaks were being served.

We were told to wear black and white, because it was tradition to wear these colours on moooo nights. Much to Manisha’s amusement we were told it was a joke when Katina, Betty and I hungrily rocked up in our monochromatic best. though there was a centerpiece on the dinner table, which was an adorable cow candle that progressively lost its middle throughout the night. We just assumed it was hungry and wanted to graze.

The food packed night started with feta and cherry tomatoes, and eggplant and potatoes tartlets; followed by a second entrée of eggplant salsa and garlic butter prawns with warm crusty bread, both dishes whipped up by Manisha. (yummmm, drool even though I couldn’t eat the prawns, darn allergies).

Then the main dish was a perfectly rested piece to “mooo”, on a bed of sweet cabbage that had been slow cooked, crusty potatoes and little mushrooms that toppled off the steak. It is a safe measure of yumminess when the whole table falls quiet and is preoccupied with eating. In this case the “mooo” was especially yummy because it was still unusually quiet, even in the presence of the louder ones of us Betty, Katina and Manisha.

For desert, we had big bowls and vanilla ice-cream topped with home made butter scotch saucing, it was so beautiful we all came back for huge seconds and scraped our bowls clean. Apologies for not having a photo of the mouth watering desert we were to busy eating it.

Bon a petit!