The World of the lil twins

Welcome Back Sarah...

2007-01-31T12:19:00.000+11:00

We would like to welcome back Miss Sarah... finally she's hit the Aussie shores again, just in time for tanning and partying season.

So glad to have you back...oxo B & L

Life is a Bitch

2006-11-25T11:49:00.000+11:00

Lisa and I have the most special relationship with our Grandpa. He is the loudest man in the world and for those who know us; you will also know that we have inherited this trait from him. His love of hats and food has also been passed along the bloodline. He is such a warm, funny and strangely John Howard looking man and we adore him dearly.

Earlier this week, we were informed after a biopsy that all was not well. Needless to say, we are heartbroken. How could it be, that such a gentle soul could be cursed with such dark and scary disease?

Thanks to many family connections, and the early detection, he will be operated on very soon and will be given VIP treatment all the way. It is in times like this where the human spirit can rally and pull you through and family means so much more than you ever realised. Get well soon Grandpa.

Lots of love, L+B

Ghost Town

2006-10-15T20:53:00.000+10:00

You know those people you secretly hope you would run into again one day and then you replay the conversation you would have with them over and over in your head? I had one of those people. A ghost from the past who haunted me for years, who I had imaginary conversations with for months.

In the past two and a half weeks I have managed to bump into this ghost 3 times! The first time was a chance meeting on Pitt Street; he doesn’t even work in city…why on earth you were there around lunch time? The conversation did not go the way I had anticipated. Instead, he was so nervous; I thought he was going to rub his hands right off. It probably didn’t help that my sister was dishing him her famous “don’t even think about it mother trucker” stares.

The second time was at Broadway shopping centre. After a grueling grocery shop, Lisa and I decided to reward ourselves with a mindless movie, so we headed to the cinemas. Of course, my ghost happened to be there too! At this stage, I was starting to think this ghost was real…Auto pilot kicked in, I turned on my heels and ran as fast as my 3.5 inches would let me. I don’t know why I ran…it was silly now I think of it. Of course shortly after my diva-esque antics, I received a message from the ghost questioning whether my abrupt exit was a little melodramatic.

Third time lucky was last Thursday. This one is considered lucky because I didn’t directly see him. My ladies and I were hanging out on a particularly sexy Sydney night at the noodle markets. You know those nights where all the beautiful people have assembled, the night is balmy and the air is rich with possibility and excitement? Well, I was having one of those nights and nothing was going to change my mood. As we walked through Hyde park someone dared me to do the running man in the middle of those big chess boards, in return for dinner. Before I even had a chance to consider, Lisa grabbed me by the arm and swiftly lead me through the crowd. It appears that the ghost was sitting on the edge of the chess board…what are the chances? Thankfully, Lisa dished up another serving of “don’t even think about it mother trucker”.

Why is it that my ghost keeps reappearing? Do we have unresolved issues? Is Sydney just too small? What ever it is, I hope I can play nice next time, because at the rate things are going, it may be just be tomorrow.

Newy Escape

2006-10-08T20:23:00.000+10:00

The long weekend saw Lisa, Katina and I drag our sorry sad souls out from the Cross to begin our 3 hour drive to Newcastle at 10pm. True to form, the trip was dotted with boy bashing, karaoke and a random breath test, this time the female police officer made a note to tell us that we all smelt very pretty and beachy…ok then.

We arrived at Newy around 1am and sat up till 4am singing “I’m too sexy” in the Borat, Shakira and an angry Bosnian accent. Who says you need alcohol to have fun? Just pass me the mic…!

Our plan to tan was rudely interrupted by Mother Nature…the wind came with vengeance and the clouds also decided to make a cameo. This provided us with the perfect opportunity to discover this quant and unassuming little city. We were very impressed with Newy’s offering of modern and streamline housing architecture. We also discovered a cluster of fabulous little boutiques in Darby Street (Sydney’s Paddington equivalent). Here the ladies shopped up a storm, Kat splurged out on Sass and Bide and a sexy camisole, Lisa and I both continued out love affair with dresses and bought an additional dress each. Our little shopping expedition was also interrupted with a sporadic sun shower, we quickly ducked into a deli for an organic and extremely tasty coffee, “yum!”

Later on that night we were due to make an appearance at the Trash Brunette’s performance at a venue called the Lucky Country. We were bombarded with horror stories and words of warning as we told our Newy friends of our plans for Saturday night. Luckily I came down with the second migraine of my life and Katina was subjected to some sickly antics herself. Sadly, we settled for a DVD and Thai food from a newly launched restaurant called Siam.

Sunday morning rolled around as we packed the car to head back to the big smoke. Just as I was approaching the high way I was nearing 120km/h, I noticed a blue object ahead in the road. “Plastic bag” we all thought…a little closer to the object, I realized it was no plastic bag at all, at this stage it was too late to stop and with cars on either side of me I drove over the foreign blue object. Immediately, an awful sound rang from underneath the car. I pulled over to the side of the road as Lisa, Katina and I emerged from the car, a little shaken to say the least. We spent 7 minutes, all of our forces combined, tugging at this plastic object. We were subjected to numerous beepings and unmentionable propositions, as we finally yanked the blue object out from underneath the car, to our shock horror; we realized it was in fact a baby’s potty chair…ewwee!

Although our stay in Newcastle was short, sickly and sunless, it was also sweet. It must however be said, there is no place like home.

The potty

Lisa + Betty’s Birthday Sips@Vanilla Room

2006-09-10T22:15:00.000+10:00

T’was a miserable, wet and windy night. The sexy and the fashionable who very un / fortunate enough to be pressured to come to our birthday drinks arrived in a little bar in Leichhardt called Vanilla Room. True to form, we arrived half an hour late to our own party; luckily the fashionably prompt kept the seats warm for us!

We want to thank you all those who braved the hair ruining weather to join us for a drink or two. You all looked so gorgeous and so very sexy…gee we have some good looking friends, if we do say so ourselves.

Stay tuned for a little ‘Welcome to Summer” party we will be throwing soon.

oxox

B+L
More photos from the fab bash.

Birthday Lamies

2006-09-04T20:57:00.000+10:00

Hi All,

We just wanted to thank all the well wishes and birthday greetings!
We have had a fab few days, full of food, drink and merriment.

For those coming on Saturday...see you all soon.

oxox
L+B

Miss Aguilera

2006-08-03T17:16:00.000+10:00

Some of you may squirm, others may roll their eyes and rest will be wide eyed in awe.

Yes Ladies and Gentleman, Lisa and I have found ourselves a new temporary style icon. (Please note Nicole Ritchie is, always and forever will be fashionista numero uno) Miss Aguilera’s homage to all things forties and sailor-like has earned her the temporary hot and highly coveted position. Given her platinum blond hair is probably damaged beyond repair, notice how it is always finger waved to absolute perfection. Her waist cinching, cherry lipped, pencil skirt wearing motif has swept Lisa and I into a fashion frenzy. In a deeply spiritual moment, my working wardrobe has been transformed into a semi- Aguilera-like style. Now I just need to get the impossibly tiny waist, along side the arguably fake set of…ahem, lungs and who could forget the mammoth voice.

An honerable mention must be made to Dita Von Teese

Farewell Again, Sarah…

2006-07-31T22:30:00.000+10:00

After a two week whirl wind, our good friend and surrogate sister will bid us farewell and head back to Israel. We fight back tears, both happy and sad ones as we write this. When we recall the fabulous, laughter and food filled times we have spent together over the past two weeks, we smile in the realization that true friendship transcends distance and grows stronger with time.

So Sarah, although your stay has been short, it has been oh so sweet. We bid you farewell for the second heart breaking time. (How can our little hearts handle this?) We wish you all the very best in everything you do, may fortune and god’s grace always be on your side.

Lots of love
b+l

Christmas in July (with the Westies)

2006-07-30T19:08:00.000+10:00

In addition to Emily's Christmas in July post, here are some photos of the overly indulgent, gift giving night.

Good Bye Strange Temp…

2006-07-30T18:54:00.000+10:00

For the financers and bankers amongst us, you may well be aware that we have just completed yet another end of financial year. In the rushed race to balance, rec and hedge positions, I hired a temp to assist with filing and scanning documents. I could feel in it my waters, that something wasn’t quite right with her…my instincts proved spot on as a couple of month passed; her antics became stranger and stranger.

At first, it was the fact that her pants were pulled sky high, I used to cringe as she walked by, sporting a permanent wedgie for all to see. This was closely followed by the fact that she would work with surgical gloves on both hands and every finger would also be capped off by rubber thimbles. Not a good look for work ladies.

Her eccentric antics further proved my theory that this temp was indeed, “special”. We would arrive at our desks together every morning and like clockwork, she would excuse herself and then disappear for about 20-30 minutes. Upon returning, she had a freezer bag filled with goodies from the kitchen. Such goodies consisted of a packet of biscuits, a loaf of Noble Rise grained bread (I noticed she had a thing for the grained bread), a small sample of fruits and who could forget 2 liters of full cream milk, in which she would proceed to consume in one huge gulp.

I have been on annual leave the past week and coincidently it was also her last week with the Bank. I meet up with some work peeps for a leaving do at the Arthouse on Friday and was greeted with a bundle of sly looks and giggles from my team. I couldn’t pretend to ignore the strangeness anymore and confronted a colleague of mine. She proceeded to tell me about a ‘goodbye’ email the temp had sent before she left. This is the cherry on top and fries on the side, it went a little something like the this:

“Hi All,

Thank you for everyone’s help and patience over the past couple of months…blah blah blah (other formalities)…

p.s Betty and Kenny (another team member), I really feel that you two belong together. Kenny is the only one who makes you laugh, Betty. And Kenny, since Betty’s been away, you haven’t been yourself; you just don’t seem to be as happy.”

Needless to say, I was a little mortified. To top it off, she sent it to a worldwide email address…for all to see! Who puts something like that in a leaving email!?!

Good bye strange Temp…

The Best-est Time of our Lives Part 2

2006-07-30T15:17:00.000+10:00

After a little light entertainment at a Motown show, the ladies all packed into a car and headed off the Equilibrium bar (also known affectionately as EQ bar). Unfortunately, EQ is located on what we call the dodgy end of the cityÂ…no convenient work parking for us this time. On Liverpool Street, we spotted a security guard patrolling World Square (I think his name was CHUB.) Kat was immediately smitten. Never one to shy away from a perfect match making opportunity, I rolled down my window and gave the gentlemen Kat's number (Chub sported some very pronounced eye brows and a fringe that was worthy of a mention on the Blog)

We arrived at EQ bar where we where able to walk straight though (woo hoo!). On the inside, the ladies managed to steal the last available booth in the room; it was located in a prime position, on the edge of the dance floor and right next to the DJ. We danced up a storm as the DJ dished up soulful sounds of Stevie Wonder and other Motown classics. On the dance floor, we experienced the phenomena known as a wing woman. My sis and I were approached by a very forceful wing woman, her name was Bella. She proceeded to grab our wrist and pull us against our will towards her friend who waited in the middle of the dance floor. Lucky Lisa, managed to break free of the wing woman's evil clasp and ran like a hungry jungle cat. Feeling not dissimilar to a somewhat hairless dog, I had declined a drink with the semi attractive friend (I don’t believe in guys who feel the need to troll women by the employment of other woman). As I headed back to my friends, I was approached by wing woman number 2, this time with a marriage proposal from her friend. As un/flattering as this was, I politely excused myself and searched for the ladies.

The ladies by this stage, was surrounded by a group of very tall, handsome and slightly scary men (I think they were part of the Russian mafia, however, they’re inclination to bogie suggested otherwise). The main Russian had declared that the next song was dedicated to us; we waited in anticipation to hear what sweet tune he had requested. As we were greeted with the first few lines of the Village People’s YMCA we knew, it was time to relocate.

We left the Russians, who by now, where enthusiastically rehearsing the best of the Village People and headed for the club upstairs. Luckily we bumped into our good friend Breezy, who managed to wave the cover charge for us (snaps for Breezy!). The sweaty and steamy room upstairs was spilling over with grinding bodies, a drummer percussionist in the centre and a DJ in the corner (a very sexy set up). Remembering Sarah’s recent bout of DVT, we urgently searched for a spot for Sarah to put her sore feet up. I searched desperately for spare seat; I couldn’t find anything other than a free bed. The bed was laid with cushions, pillows and satin...how perfect! We spent the rest of the night entertaining from our bed. Somewhere between 2-3 am in the morning, we left EQ and headed to Katina’s house, where we ate Greek omelet and giggled until the sun came up.

Check out the BIG bed!

The Best-est Time of our Lives Part 1

2006-07-25T10:48:00.000+10:00

On a high anticipation of Sarah’s arrival home, we decided to kick the festivities off with the Bobbi’s Pole Dance Amateur night on Thursday night. Where we watch students of the Bobbi Pole Studio perform at Pure Platinum (PP) on Pitt st. Students were only strictly allowed to dance, and there were specific guidelines about removal of clothes, so it was family rated. As anticipated, PP was a roomful of men surrounded by naked girls in the VIP pit, and Katina non-discreetly starring and subtly drooling.

The students ranged from nervous and rigid, to professional, sexy and burlesque. Although one performer was in a field of her own, when she stumbled on stage intoxicated, and failed numerously to get onto the pole to do a simple spin. All things went south for her, when she proceeded to strip off her g-string to reveal more than anyone bargained for, and her bra slipped south too. As amusing as it is to see a drunk amateur, bits and all stumble next to a shiny pole the ladies decided to retreat to the Gloria Jeans across the road around 10.30pm.

We all sipped on our warm coffee and discussed the performers and my (Lisa) decision to reject the opportunity to be an MTV interviewer for the Urban Music Awards. When we realized Katina kept slipping up with inappropriate language such as penis and the like, within earshot of the little kids that were staring gob-smacked at us. So we gracefully exited, with the fuming glares of the kids’ parents burnt into our backs. Ehhhh, better to leave with an impression than to be forgettable I say!

…. The next day we had the ladies over for a fabulous long lunch.

Menu:

Entrée: tomato and bocinccini salad and pumpkin, onion and feta tartlets
Main: Lamb roast with crispy potatoes, pumpkin and macadamia nut beans.
Desert: Home made Apple crumble and Tiramisu courtesy of Katina... and Sarah too.

Beverages: Champagne and strawberries!

TEASER: tune in soon, to find out what happened on the crazy Friday night, here are a few sneak previews …. Mr. Hong Kong 2005, bed hopping and the Russian mafia…

More Photos Here

The Wonder of Stevie

2006-07-16T14:51:00.000+10:00

A miserably cold and wet night saw me make my way to a farewell dinner at Il Trattoraro, a quant and unassuming little Italian restaurant in Paddington. Being ditched by both my sister and Katina, I managed to convince a friend to accompany me. With a little persuasion, some bribing and the uncomfortable repeated usage of the word date, he agreed to pick me up and be my buffer for the night. After an emergency stop at the convenience store and a couple of wrong turns, true to form, we were the last ones to arrive. As we entered the restaurant, the side whisperings from the other guests where as subtle as a pink elephant. We were introduced to the other guests, all of who’s names I have conveniently forgotten and sat down beside a handsome couple.

After a little light hearted conversation, we came to the realisation that the husband was actually a sub contractor for Macquarie Bank. As the food began to disappear, the drinking began. Politeness aside, the husband of the handsome couple began telling us about his fetish for chocolate, Coke and strange vodka-like Irish alcohol. I thought this a little bizarre, but continued the conversation none the less. He began to inquire me about my fetishes and then it hit me, I think the husband was trying to flirt with me! His wife was completely oblivious to the situation, because she was subtly trying to hit on my buffer! Being typical twenty-something’s we cleverly had a second set of plans for the evening. We politely excused ourselves from the dinner and left feeling a little violated and VERY full. Next stop the Basement.

The Basement was featuring a Stevie Wonder extravaganza. The vocals were spectacular (then again, I am a little bias) the song selection was perfect and the band was amazing! It was a sell out performance, there must have been hundreds of Sydney-siders packed into the un-air-conditioned bar. I squeezed my way through the sweaty and enthusiastic crowd to meet Lisa and Katina who were squashed beside the DJ booth. The crowd mouthed every single word of the songs and swayed in unison with the exception of an anal couple who should have packed up and gone home, the night was a complete hit. Here are some pics from the fab night, featuring the talents of Katina, Lisa, Shai, Jessica and me.

2 sleeps until Sarah comes home!!

Soccer- woot- woo

2006-07-11T19:41:00.000+10:00

Call me a sore loser, a bad sport or a cry baby; however the above caption still conjures the odd tear and the over whelming urge to succumb to a horrid case of turrets, aimed at the closest person who is wielding a whistle and a ref shirt.

The boys did us proud. Even after all the time it took for me to get over the shock of how we lost to a melodramatic little man by the laughable name of Fabio. I now finally appreciate the game for what is really is… a good perve at great talent... and yes it should be mandatory to rip all items of clothing off after a win (underwear optional).

What’s a Girls Supposed to Do?

2006-06-26T21:50:00.000+10:00

Let me throw this question out to you, if you have had a crush on someone for well over a year, there’s attraction, chemistry and no nasty ex girlfriend in the picture, would you go out with this person knowing that due to your short attention span, there is a small possibility that it may not work out ever after. The sticky situation is, this person is someone your friends all know. You can often find us cramped into a squashy little bar transfixed my him…if it didn’t work out, I run the risk of taking this weekend indulgence away from the ladies or at the very least make things insanely awkward….What would you do?

La Sangria

2006-06-19T11:35:00.000+10:00

The ladies (this week featuring Lisa, Lanni, Katina and myself) had arranged for a little dinner earlier this week, it was an apology/gift bearing dinner. The apology part stemmed from study-hard Lisa and babysitter’s club Katina who couldn’t make it to the birthday festivities last week, the gift bearing section was a chance for us to give lovely Lanni her belated birthday present. All in all, it was really just another excuse to eat, drink and speak at unsociably and unnaturally high octaves. (For those who have dined with us previously, you’ll understand what I’m referring to)

Unfortunately, little Lanni bailed out on us in favor of a black uniform and a waiter’s tray, her dad had volunteered her to wait at her uncle’s restaurant in Mona Vale (I think it’s near Kansas). So, after some minor hair dramas on Kat’s behalf, the three amigos headed off to La Sangria in Balmain. We were running about 40 minutes late (not so fashionable) and out of the corner of my eye I spotted a couple leaving the restaurant. Kat pounced on them like a famished jungle cat and we managed to stalk ourselves a parking spot. Upon arriving, the gracious host set us up a makeshift table, next to an overly inviting couple

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We thought it a good idea to save the champagne we had BYO’d and opted for a jug of the delectable sangria instead…*great choice!* We were later moved to another table, a little closer to a couple of very yummy guys. Unfortunately we could smell the camp-ness from a mile away, so we settled back and admired the view. Shortly after, the food began to arrive at our table; we happily consumed crumbed lamb cutlets, Spanish meat balls and roast potato bravas all mopped up with the help of all-i-oli bread. Sufficiently full, but not yet satisfied, the finale piece de resistance came in the form of a chicken paella.

It was during our consumption of the addictive paella (do the Spanish use MSG?) that strange things started to happen. A girl from the table diagonally behind us got up and demonstrated to the patrons of the intimate restaurant, her version of what seemed to be a cross between Sarah-Marie’s bum dance and Shakira’s ass shake, at the same time a lady excused herself from the table opposite us, as she stood up to head to the bathroom a random guy at her table proceeded to whack her a hard slap on the ass. (Is anyone noticing an ass motif here?). Just as we thought the drama has settled, a lady from the table behind us leapt out of her seat to join the beautiful gay gentlemen. Yes, shock horror; she attempted to pick up a gay man. Which ended in a heated exchange of words... we waited for the bitch slap that never came. What an eventful evening, it couldn’t have finished off any better than with a cup full of melted chocolate and some melt in your mouth churros. Shame you couldn’t be there Lanni.

The next day was Roula's Champagne Breakfast... not much needs to be said except yummy yum yum, too much food in the tum... and old ladies with condoms... Congratulations Roula, the Kitchen tea was fanulous.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS LANNI

2006-06-15T21:40:00.000+10:00

It takes a very special person to come up with the super cool theme of “Vixen Heroines” for her 25th Birthday and it takes an even more special person to encourage others to get dressed up for the occasion.

After millions of emails and what seemed like a ton of wigs and latex costumes later, the night finally rolled around. I was due to make a cameo as Captain Jack (Jackie) Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean’s, however due a perfectly timed tummy bug; my costume was only half finish. (I decided against wearing my make shift costume for the fear that I would have been mistaken for a burlesque Madame without the eye patch, parrot and sword).

A miserably cold and wet night saw me make my way to Peppermint Lounge. The cab ride there proved to be unbearable; the cab driver completed a degree in abrupt driving and majored in swearing. Coupled with my upset tummy and the overly congested cab, I predicted an uncomfortable ride ahead. Fortunately, I arrived at Peppermint Lounge sans vomit and still alive, I was so grateful to be in one piece I gave the driver a $10 dollar tip.

As I was ticked off the list, the Door-girl gave me a flirty grin as she mentioned that Charlie’s Angels were upstairs waiting for me…she then asked me whether I was meant to be a Dominatrix? (What the?) Ignoring her comment and blaming it on my weariness, I ventured upstairs, where I was greeted by three of the most colorful characters you could imagine. Agnes was Uma Thurman’s Character from Kill Bill (check out her wig, isn’t it fabulously styled! It looks blow dried!), Mands was Felicity Shagwell (complete with bum cheeks and all) and Lovely Lanni was Drew Barrymore from Charlie’s Angels.

As the night progressed, Bat Girl Miriam entered with a trusty side kick and Aeon Flux (Amy) also walked in the door, sporting a beautiful baby belly. Once I had figured out who Aeon Flux was, I couldn’t help admiring the uncanny resemblance, check out the comparison below!

Happy 25th Birthday Lanni, what a wonderful night spent with Capped crusaders and Masked madams!

Borat does the Beach

2006-05-26T15:48:00.000+10:00

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

2006-05-21T13:18:00.000+10:00

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

2006-05-14T14:23:00.000+10:00

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

2006-05-07T22:00:00.000+10:00

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

2006-05-01T11:36:00.000+10:00

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!

Our Names are Lisa & Betty and We are Shoe-aholics

2006-04-09T11:58:00.000+10:00

Welcome my friends, to Mariah Carey’s shoe closet…

I know many of you dream of Tiffany rings, Chloe Paddington bags and Di I know you dream of Dr House. But this shoe closet is what Betty and I dream of most nights, unless it’s the other alternating dream of having an affair with Mr Wentworth “Pretty” Miller.

Ms Carey has over 1000 shoes. Many of which are still in storage! I mean 1000! I have never even counted to 1000 in my life and yet Ms Carey has over 1000 pairs of shoes; most of them open toed, very sexy and extremely practical in the cold New York winters. Perfect for the Mariah midriff bearing, nipple concealing minidress antics.

As much as the woman lacks in reasonably concealing clothes, she makes up for in the shoe department.

Dear Shoe fairy, I’ve been good all year, please grant me the gift of Rhinestone embellished Manolos, 4 inch metallic sandals with velvet and gold rope tie Jimmy Choos, and Pirate boots in black and caramel with a tall stacked heel from Chloe.

Guilty Pleasures

2006-04-05T21:58:00.000+10:00

My mind is a little guilt ridden at the moment.

I basked in the sun today, when I should have been studying.
I ate cake and gossiped with my sister and dear friend Kat, when I should have been studying.

Now I sit here, a little browner, a little plumper and by no means any smarter…

Thank You!

2006-04-04T16:47:00.000+10:00

In the never ending cycle of life, it seems perpetually true that what goes around comes around. After a few months of sheer bliss, I found myself nervously glancing over my shoulder, in anticipation of what might sneak up on me. And true to form my waters were not wrong; some would say in the more colloquial form, I was hammered. I was left to fend for myself at work for 3 dramatic weeks while other colleagues basked in the sun as I sat under the artificial neon lighting, not an ideal tanning situation.

Just as my spirits were frazzled and shaken, a sprinkling of surprises made their way to me, Kat treated me to ice cream and a bag of Cadbury Crème Eggs, which I secretly consumed in a broom closet at work. The next day along came the rain and with it Macquarie’s end of financial year. As I dragged my tired old sole (as in my shoes) back to work after lunch, I had received a fabulous flower from non other than Ems! This immediately put an ear to ear grin on my face and strangely sent the office into gossip-frenzy. On Friday, I was paid a spontaneous from Lisa and our buddy Johnny; again I was called down to reception to accept yet another gift, this time in the form of Krispy Kremes (by now the people at reception think I am a sugar addict). Upon opening the box, I noticed one was missing, but threw my arms over little Lisa, half in gratitude and half due to delirium. Later on that night, I was presented with a further two blocks of chocolates from a couple of fellas at work; needless to say I was feeling much appreciated and perhaps a little too special. And today I was presented with the happiest bunch of flowers I have seen, sent by the ever so thoughtful Di.

I just wanted to say a big thank you to everyone who had the not so nice pleasure of dealing with my nutty and questionable behavior. I promise; the normal Betty (with a bite) will return shortly in the mean time, please enjoy a substitute I prepared earlier.

Idol of the Hour

2006-03-27T21:57:00.000+11:00

Here are some reasons Lisa and I are utterly obsessed with Nicole Ritchie:

1. She has shrunken to about ¼ of her size, has the lollipop syndrome (big head a little body) and she still kicks Paris’ bony butt!

2. She has just been signed up to feature in Jimmy Choo’s latest media attack. What could be better than bargaining your self worth in pairs of shoes?

3. Nicole (yes we are on a first name basis) has single-handedly sculptured the giant bag/sunglasses/belt/dress look. Mind you, if she isn’t careful she might just trip and fall into her fabulous Fendi Spy and no one would know any better.

4. Ritchie (notice the first name has been replaced by her infamous surname) has not only found herself a slimming buddy, she has also found herself a fiancé who presented her with not one, but two equally fabulous bling rings.

5. Nicole has appeared on the Oprah show. Enough said.

6. If nothing else is impressive about our pint sized princess, she alone, knows the “Truth about Diamonds”

Happy Birthday To You...

2006-03-19T20:44:00.000+11:00

Some would say that 13 is an unlucky number, but in our hearts and heads, we all know that someone very special (and I mean this in the non-medical way) was born on the 13th of March. Happy Birthday Katina! After 14 years of friendship, we just wanted to wish you the loveliest birthday, may you get everything you wished for and may this year be filled be fabulous days and even sexier nights.

This weekend saw us celebrate Katina’s 24th birthday dinner at La Vigna, our favorite restaurant in the Italian Forum. A small group of us braved the night and the distance and headed out for drinks at Vanilla room (a hop, skip and jump from the Forum). After a game of Dare (this game is the half sister of Truth or Dare, without the truth part), a few drinks and some not so subtle camera antics it was time for the ladies to call it a night. And what better way to end the night but to be surprised with a convoy of motor bikes that raced past us. We played up the attention as we unanimously agreed; there is nothing hotter than a man on a bike…

*Happy Birthday Kat!*

more pics here

(bottom right are all the great bikes)

Why Not the Nice Guy?

2006-03-11T16:52:00.000+11:00

Over many hours and many more liters of coffee, my friends and I deliberated on why we always seem to go for the mean men? Why it is, that we find ourselves attracted to the boys that bark and the men who hardly know we exist?

On a particularly unproductive day at work, I wondered over to one of my collogue/friend’s desk and decided to distract her. She is a sexy, smart fashionista who I conveniently discovered, shares my taste in men. As I sat at her desk, we giggled and blushed as we forced each other to reveal our secret work crushes. After scrolling through the list of arrogant and sexy traders, the confident and edible sales boys and who could forget the nerdy techies with their mysterious glasses (yes the glasses are an abnormal attraction I know, but we settled on the fact that they create an air of mystery, or something of that nature), I came to the conclusion that we ladies are attracted to the bad boys.

In high school, it was the bad boy with his uniform altered to an inch of its life, he smoked (I hate smokers now) and he jigged school, but there was something about him that made my heart skip a beat. At uni, it was the guy who drove the fastest car, rode the speediest motorbike and never paid for a thing, he too, made my heart race. And now, it’s the sexy suites, the arrogant, cocky boy’s boy that makes me bite my bottom lip. Why are we attracted to the meanies?

I have a friend who is a sexy, wonderfully sensitive and passive aggressive guy. He dresses only in Saba or Caliber and when I am around him, I am completely at ease. Yet given the stats, I do not find myself attracted to him. Are we incessantly trying to personify the saying “treat them mean, keep them keen”? Why not the nice guys? Are we saving the nice ones for marriage? I certainly hope so, because this is starting to become a very bad indulgence.

Speedy Getaway

2006-02-14T17:31:00.000+11:00

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

2006-02-10T22:07:00.000+11:00

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

2006-02-04T22:51:00.000+11:00

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

Nasty Girls…

2006-01-25T23:00:00.000+11:00

Lisa and I were hesitantly introduced to what seems like a mutant strain or the distant cousin of what seemed to be two women last weekend. Upon the initial meeting, these two broads stumbled and fumbled as they attempted to shake our hands. I think one of them were a little shocked at my death grip hand shake (my professional and fabulous hand shake has been evolved through years of working in a highly saturated boys club).

Needless to say, there was the integral up and down glance. For the ladies reading this, you know what I mean when I refer to the comparison glance (c-glance). The c-glance refers to a quick and automatic up and down motion of the head, females often participate in this primal act as a comparative tool. This motion allows us to sum up the competition or the company in one single glance.

The c-glance last weekend revealed a truly horrid sight. Think D-grade escorts, sporting hair that seemed strangely flammable. They staggered around the streets of Sydney struggling to keep their naval and breast bearing tops on. As their shoes became wedged in the grids of the Sydney street, to my dismay, they bent over to reveal their derriere. Clad in matching outfits and oh so classy tattoos that etched the words princess on their back sides, Lisa and I wondered where have all the classy ladies gone? Why has hair been replaced with straw like head gear? Why have flirty skirts been substituted for belts? And when did naval flashing ever become socially acceptable?

The end of the night saw us out on the balcony of a club that shall remain nameless, chatting to ALL the sexy fellas from the party. The moral of this story is that a little class, a cocktail and a stimulating conversation will command you respect and attention. Alternatively, featuring in the special skin-bearing Olympics, will get you many eye rolls and hours of uncomfortable outfit adjustment. Let’s raise our glasses and toast the sexy and classy ladies representin’ out there.

Ladies... this one's for you

2006-01-23T11:17:00.000+11:00

Can i just start by saying oh my, I'd like to break me off a peice of that!
Not much needs to be said really, just sit back and enjoy...

Black Betty

2006-01-13T20:53:00.000+11:00

Recently I have experienced a little bit of a bad run. I have felt a little used and abused by people whom I no longer call my friends (they have since been down graded to random individuals whom I shall avoid eye contact should I pass them on the street). I was left to fend for myself at work for 2 dramatic weeks while other colleagues basked in the sun as I sat under the artificial neon lighting, not an ideal tanning situation. Additionally, I received news that I had not achieved the results that I had hoped for on an exam I had recently completed (this is due to the fact that I was held captive at work where they installed a microchip into my brain that enabled me to endure the 15 hour days that I was faced with.)

So, when life throws you lemons, the best you can do is make lemonade. I have figured that this is much more socially acceptable than eating the lemons which would in turn create a very shriveled and unattractive look on one’s face. I refuse to become one of those people who wallow in all the badness life has presented them. Really, who wants to be a bad haired wallower, when you can be a well groomed medium happy individual? *Yeah!*

Psychic Moments

2006-01-08T19:19:00.000+11:00

Upon cleaning out my room, I stumbled upon some notes I had taken on a visit to a psychic 5 months ago. I usually don’t take these things at face value but the below predictions have surprisingly eventuated:

1. Career wise, he predicted that there would be major restructuring in my team; this was to happen in about 3 or 4 months. 4 months after I saw the psychic my manager resigned, we now have a new team structure with new management and a new location. He also stated that I would be more passionate and excited about money…I am yet to experience a gleeful couple of hours rolling around on a bed lined with $100 dollar bills.

2. On the family front, he predicted that my extended family would become much closer by the end of the year. Those reading this may be rolling their eyes and shaking their fists thinking “well that was obvious, hello, Christmas!” For those who don’t know my family, should know that the day time shows Days of our Lives and Passions are loosely based on my family. In saying that, Christmas and New Year celebrations brought my family closer then ever this year, there goes that warm fuzzy feeling again.

3. On a more interesting note, he predicted a little more drama on the friendship front. The psychic predicated that I would loose or outgrow 2 of my friends. Looking back I can name the 2 friends whom I have become estranged from…*tears*

Another friendship prediction suggested that two of my friends would settle down in the next 6 months. In my head I had conjured up images of country farm houses and children in polka dot overalls. I then realised that indeed, 2 of my good friends have since announced their engagement and are soon to be settled…creepy.

4. Romantically speaking, I am yet to meet the tall, stylish and dashingly handsome entrepreneur that sweeps my off my feet.

I think that a visit to the psychic should be taken with a pinch of salt (and perhaps a shot of tequila if need be). Predictions are just that, they should be taken light heartedly. Although you can’t help but believe that there must be something more out there than what we can see and touch.

Weekend piccies

Dinner with the ladies at Cafe Sydney

Macquarie Bank ladies @ Renee's 21st

Lip smaking Goodies

Lamies' Resolutions for 2006

2006-01-02T22:15:00.000+11:00

1. Try not to read the horoscope section of SMH and secretly spend the rest of the day waiting for the following prediction to come true; There's a whole lot of action energy around you today and it's made especially for physical activity that brings pleasure…

2. Be content in the fact that our hair will not always do what it is told. However, in extreme circumstances, resort to our right in exercising a sickie (bad hair days are right up there with food poisoning aren’t they?)

3. Take more risks to make ourselves happy (even if it means adorning a pizza box costume and handing out flyers in front of Pizza Heaven, I am one step closer to those shoes I have been ogling over.)

4. Be more tolerant of “Cat-lovers” (let’s just agree to disagree)

5. Learn to become a rustic (less anal) cook. Not every vegetable needs to cut to the exact dimensions of 1cm x 1cm, especially when they are consumed at the speed of light anyway.

6. Try to appreciate the quirkiness in people as opposed to yelling obscenities at geriatrics and badly clothed people.

7. Become an offensive driver. After years of road rage, fist shaking and empty threats, a more passive approach needs to be adopted.

Happy New Years to all you fine fellas and sexy ladies! May this year be filled with stitch educing giggles and fabulous hair. May you keep your objectives in sight, if you are objective-less; do not hesitate to borrow one of ours.

oxox

L+B

Happy Christmas 2005

2005-12-25T23:48:00.000+11:00

Lisa and I woke up this morning dreading the anticipation of spending a FULL day with our hugely extended family. We procrastinated as we were getting ready to leave the house and headed to our Grandparent’s for the day (we bear burn marks as a result of being prodded and pocked by our eager mother). Additionally, our dwindling sense of festivity was further diminished by the fact that we did not receive the dwarf pony that we had wished for again for the 4th year in a row.

Surprisingly, the day turned out to be a major success. All family members remained civil and I would go so far as to say they were even…sociable. It is a special event where 15 strong willed and strong mouthed women are cramped into a 40 degree kitchen and no blood was drawn.
Happy Christmica to all friends and family, we hope that you and yours had a truely magical time and may the new year bring you many hot and sexy new experiences!

The ladies of the house

Lip smacking goodies

Too many cooks in the kitchen?

Looks like we got that dwarf pony we asked for!

More Photos : here

Supermarket Sweep

2005-12-10T17:57:00.000+11:00

On Thursday night Betty and I carted a mammoth trolley with an uncooperative front wheel on the weekly supermarket shop.

Seven minutes past the initial fruit and veggie section, a little girl confronted Betty and I with her beanie buddies Elmo and Rosemetta (i.e. the Sesame Street clan). She proceeded to follow us to the meat section and introduced us to her beanie friends, and after 20 minutes of pretend conversation with two tight-lipped beanie buddies, we made haste when the little girl jammed Elmo and Rosemetta together in a lip lock claiming that they were “good” friends.

We were in such a hurry to give the beanies privacy we forgot to pick up the diced lamb. We agreed to hide in isle 5 for a few minutes and then make our way back to the meat section. This time, an older man with an offending Hawaiian un-buttoned shirt greeted us with an “eehhhhh girrlllllsss…”. This saw Betty and I hustle as fast as humanly possible.

10 minutes later in isle 3, Mr. Hawaiian-shirt proceeded to leave his trolley at the end of the isle to approach us to ask us how we were. As we ignored him, and walked past his trolley, Betty decied to take Mr. Hawaiian’s man-bag out of his abandoned trolley and relocated it on the third shelf in isle 4. That’ll lean him.

In the cold section, I was picking out Betty no-fat super slim plastic flavoured cheese when i heard a familiar voice saying “this is Elmo”, in slow motion I dived for the cheese, bolted for the trolley and Betty successfully managed a 3 point-turn as we sprinted for the checkout. I never realized that grocery shopping could be such an ordeal.

Boot Scootin' Weekend

2005-12-06T21:26:00.000+11:00

Saturday night saw us head onto the M2 and venture towards Pennant Hills. We attended the much talked about and highly anticipated DanceArts Showdown 2005. What a special night, we were entertained by hip hop dancers, comedic MCs, our lovely and talented friend Di and who could forget fast fingers Jacky Chan. Needless to say the night was a complete success (we won’t mention the cat fight that threatened to erupt if those little girls ignored my “don’t mess with me” glare).

It was wonderful to finally meet Di’s boyfriend Mr. Delta Goodrem (closet boy band fan) and her best friend the gorgeous Vivian (No Viv, we are not Puerto Rican), Last but not least it was also great to see the Great White Hope in the flesh ( who bears a strange resemblance to Lisa’s ex boyfriend)

Sunday night rolled along and the twins are looking suspiciously tanner. We head to out to dinner with the wonderful Westies at the Lonstar (did anyone else see the irony?) A night filled with steak, faux cocktails and animal taxidermy ended with an awkward birthday song dedicated to Jacky and mistakenly sung to Mr. Westwood. (We should mention that it was in fact no body’s birthday! We wanted the free brownie/fudge/cream/sprinkle thingy). Good times….!

Good luck Betty!

2005-11-30T10:22:00.000+11:00

Good luck for your exam this Thursday Betty!

It has been hard and frustrating to be able to take a little time off from the craziness of work to study for your exam. Especially in this very busy reset period for you. You must be so stressed; those bags I saw this morning were not the Chanel kind.

It’s completely fine that you snap it every now and then, (I sure as hell did). Just don’t cross the “anti-social psychopathic” line and start mumbling to yourself. That’s not on.

You are a smart cookie

your sis

L

Happy 21st Helen!

2005-11-23T13:34:00.000+11:00

To our dearest cousin Helen, Happy 21st Babe. We still can't believe you are 21!

The theme for the night was candyland, and we spent a copious amount of time preparing for the decorations and whipping up a worthy invite. Willy Wonker, the Milky Bar kid, M&M's, a candy cane and many more of Helen's friends came dressed up and got into the spirit.

The night was a great night had by all, good food, good company, tears, and of course the beautiful Miss Helen.

Happy Birthday Spikey

love L&B

Emancipated

2005-11-20T19:19:00.000+11:00

After a few months of torture, heart ache and stupid fantasies, I have finally been emancipated. After a particularly demoralising 14 hour day, I left work feeling a little defeated. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an image of a person I once knew, a person I used to call my soul mate a life time ago. I often wondered what it would be like, and strangely, I felt nothing...So I just want to thank you. Thank you to all you ladies (you know who you are) out there who put up with my pro-longed mourning and for rolling your eyes when I was not looking. I am finally emancipated.

So Stressed Out Right Now!

2005-11-16T05:32:00.000+11:00

Alas my final exams are here again, however this time I am extremely stressed out. I find it challenging to refrain myself from clicking it at the random people around me; my mum and the “interpretive dance” street performer can vouch for this.

I would like to apologize in advance to anyone that may cross paths with me in the next few weeks for the mild case of tourettes that I can’t seem to shake off. It wasn’t me the exams made me do it!

Ps. doesn’t the dog above look like his name should be Diego (insert Spanish accent with a strong lisp) and he should be on a highly decorated float?

What Date?

2005-11-13T14:36:00.000+11:00

Tonight a close friend of ours will be performing a most unnatural act; she will be going out on a date. It has been my belief that the 'Date' is an extinct act, usually reserved for romantics and flimsy paperback novels you can pick up for $2.99. So you can imagine our shock when our friend casually mentioned that she was to be attending a date tonight! So as we picked out an outfit and an emergency escape route for our friend (can never be too safe), we realised that it may be a carefully developed sense of cynicism within the female species that has seen the end of the date.

Has the world become too cynical and jaded to still believe in the important ritual of a date?

Tonight, our friend will venture out for all the romantics and dreamers of this world. She will be armed with lipstick, towering pumps and an open mind. In her little act, she will single-handedly re-vamp the date and hopefully this will inspire all you fellas to ask a lady friend out and ladies, perhaps the next time some average Joe asks you out, think yourself as a pioneer and say yes to that allusive date....you never know what could happen.

To Chemistry Or Not To Chemistry?

2005-11-08T15:20:00.000+11:00

Upon having a recent conversation with my girlfriends (Kat, Dee and Betty), we quickly arrived at a heated discussion about whether or not there should be chemistry for you to date a guy or even give him more attention.

On one hand Kat believes that chemistry is something that can be sought out after a few dates, or even a few weeks. She believes that most people have some quality in them that should be worth taking time out to discover.

Now me on the other hand, if I don’t get that feeling (you know what I mean ladies...) in the first half an hour of meeting the “potential man”, then it’s not worth my time or effort. I know myself, that I just can't seem to muster up that physical and emotional energy it requires to blubber on about the ailing ceiling structure over dinner with a "potential man" to fill in the awkward silences...up until the magical time that there may be a glimmer of chemistry; in which case I will definitely mistake it for delusion because I was so bored in the first place.
So ladies and gents, let me know... is it necessary to have chemistry with a "potential man" before one actually dates him? Or God willing give him a second or third date??