I’m not being funny like… is there a camera following me around or what?!

Lovely jubly Australia Day, I actually can’t quite get over the fact that it was my third Aussie Day since moving here. I can practically hear the intonation rise at the end of my sentence as I transcend from fully fledged Pom to plastic Aussie – I did however draw the line at putting the flag transfers on my cheeks. I looked stupid enough by the end of the day with my bright pink face from too much sun and not enough SPF (when will I learn!) without having white flag outlines on my cheeks this morning as all evidence of the classy transfers removed from my face.

The day stared with a very nice champagne breakfast at Trio in Bondi with my lovely girlies. Trio was a very good shout, nice surroundings, amazing views of the beach and wonderful coffee. The waiting staff are really helpful and the breakfast menu is to die for. In particular one of my mates had the toasted banana bread with ‘real life’ bananas on top with vanilla cream and strawberries. My friend’s response pretty much summed it up, “ooohhhhh elllllllow!” ha! All the yummy brekkie was washed down with a bottle of their finest (cheapest) house sparking and orange juice – yum!

We then moved onto Bronte for a BBQ, beers and lots of sunshine, as did the majority of Sydney-siders – seriously, I’ve never seen it so busy! The great thing about Bronte is the massive grass area and the laid back rules when it comes to having a bevvy. Now I don’t know about you guys but I HATE sand, hate hate hate it. It never seems to get old to my friend when they look over and I’m literally COVERED in sand. I don’t mean a speckle here and there, I mean full-on is that my friend over there or the Return of the Psammead (Fellow Brits you know what I’m talking ‘bout).

Hot huh?! Do you wanna get with this?!

So yes I could lie on the grass, sand free and happy. We stayed there until about eight and then decided to go to my friends, friends’ party in Bellevue – cue fights for taxis left right and centre (have you tried to get a taxi from Bronte on Australia Day!) More chance of knitting fog I tell ya! We managed to get one about an hour later and asked the lovely Sally (name changed) where the party was, she had no idea… We’re all there in a taxi, that we fought tooth and nail for (well we didn’t really, but you know I like to exaggerate slightly – not a fan of violence!)  waiting with baited breath, she had no idea… Might have been an idea to check in the hour wait? She also advised us that she wasn’t even sure if her friend was still there. Well what the flippin heck are we doing sitting in a taxi on our way to Bellevue Hill?!

All in jest of course, we decided to opt for a quick detour and head on to The Golden Sheaf in Double Bay. ‘The Sheaf’ as it’s more widely known is a very cool bar, it has so many areas and floors to choose from. Downstairs the there is a beer garden type feel as there is more area outside than there is inside. On a hot day it’s perfect to chill in and by night it’s the perfect place to watch a local band doing a gig and dance the night away. Upstairs there are a few areas, there’s the dance area where the ‘cool kids’ stand drinking their vodka Redbulls and moijitos. The tunes are cool and there’s a really nice vibe. Down the corridor there are a number of small rooms that hold about 10 – 15 people – ideal if you have a bday party or social gathering. All in all a thoroughly nice establishment

So enoute to ‘The Sheaf’ down Ocean Road the lovely, if not somewhat dizzy Sally gasped “oh no I’ve left my bag at Bronte”… coooourrrsseee you av! Cue me, Louise and Jenny making a hasty exit from the taxi as Sally ordered the taxi to do an about turn and head to Bronte.

So the three of us are stood half way between nowhere and nowhere on Ocean Street, not really sure what to do with ourselves, do we flag another taxi and carry onto La Sheaf or do we just call it a day and go home? We took a look around at all the houses and were saying to each other, “if only we knew someone that lived here, there’s a bottle shop over there and we could just stay here and chill.” As we’re falling about giggling pretending to knock on the doors (yes we had had a few beverages!) a familiar face walks around the corner, I hear him shout my name, as I turn around… who it is?! Bloody well Liam! If my face was already red from the sun over exposure, it was now positively crimson! He only lived in that very house we were stood outside of ‘faux’ knocking on the letterbox! Cool huh, I’m thinking NOT!

Now I don’t know if I’m being silly, or paranoid or what, but far too many coincidences happen to me! Seriously! Of all the houses in Sydney, what are the actual chances of us being stood outside that one at that time?! Pretty slim me thinks!  Sally rocked back after her detour via Bronte, she’s met Liam loads times before so it was all cool!

It all ended up fine in the end, we went in and had a few vinos with Liam and his housemates and then ventured to The Sheaf together. It actually ended up a really fun night as we danced and drank the night away.

Still pretty sure that he thinks I’m a crazy stalker person though that tracked him down and waited outside his house ready to pounce!

Speaking of people waiting at the front of people’s houses… I rocked up back to mine after putting on my dancing shoes at The Sheaf, I decided to walk home, to Paddington – WTF was I thinking?!  As I got to my house, who was at my front door, the infamous Paul (remember half English, half Maltese guy, yup you got it!).

We had made arrangements to meet in the day but shock horror, he’d gone AWOL and his phone was off. I just presumed he’s got side tracked and made other plans. Turns out he’s actually lost his phone the night before and had been out in Paddington, he didn’t want me to think that he was ignoring me or had blown me out. Now talk about turn up for the books! One: Turning up at my house at midnight – not cool! On a school night as well – less than ideal. Two: Talk about over keen – are we truly never happy. (I do believe however there is a fine balance between the two). So I invited him in and had a cpl of glasses of vino (there really was NO need!) and bid him on his merry way.

So I’m now quite confused and don’t know what to make of it. I’m still no clearer as to what Liam wanted to talk to me about, Paul is sending me mixed signals all over the place and I don’t know how you guys are going on my heads even spinning with it all. I need help! Ha!


6 thoughts on “I’m not being funny like… is there a camera following me around or what?!

  1. Fallon Gilhooley

    Baaaahahaha!!! Amaze!

    “Coooouuurrrssseeee you aaavvvv!!” Sheer. Comedy. Value!
    Spotted: 4 hot or not over exposed ladett’s faux knocking on a “random” house…fit housemate to be revealed! Who am I – that’s one secret I’ll never tell – ex oh ex oh!!!

    1. yes, i'm back to the land od the f... living love anutie di

      fal it sounds like you are having a blast i love it live for the day get as many guys you can to be at your feet one to wine you one to dine you one to dance you one to flower you one to travel you one to pay your rent one to ……… you

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