Tag Archives: The Ivy

To Dye for

I achieved the unthinkable this weekend, a feat that I never thought I could do despite my best efforts, people have put bets on my success (the majority on failure!) I showed them ha! I stayed in for both Friday and Saturday night! Thank you, thank you very much!

Now this may not sound like something to shout about, but it is my friends, let me tell you that it is! For the two years and three months I have resided in Sydney not one weekend have I not been out on either a Friday or a Saturday (and most probably for the year before that when I lived in Manchester!). Beyond waking up with no hang over I actually surprised myself… I enjoyed it!

Don’t worry I’m not going to become a hermit and start campaigning for this kind of behaviour to become more frequent or start announcing to all that I’m a changed woman, no, no, no! I am simply saying that it will be happening far more frequently.

However, I feel it is important to add that I have been out every day since Saturday – so I guess not too much of a great achievement?

Sunday I once again frequented The Ivy – 10 year crush was there, swoon! We’ve spoke though and decided we’re better off as friends, story of my life (nod and smile, nod and smile!).

I then headed to Bondi to catch up with my girls at Ravesis. Ravesis is a bar based on Bondi’s Campbell Parade, floor to ceiling glass walls allow bar dwellers to watch the world go by as they tuck into their drinks. On a particularly sunny day you can spot the guys ogling the hotties as they walk by. In fact even on one occasion the lovely Sally and Julie were walking past and the guys each held up score cards out of ten, charming (but we like it!).

Marks out of ten?

The only thing that really irritates me about Ravesis is the change in bar prices when you head upstairs into the ‘cocktail lounge’ it’s the exact same bar but the prices are about 10% dearer on average. If you then leave the bar and buy a drink at the other bar, they won’t let you in until you’ve finished it – not cool!

I digress, so I met up with the girls and got myself a glass of wine – cue putting the world to right and general banter. After we’d been there about an hour, three of our guy mates rocked up (one of whom who I’d pulled a few weeks earlier). They’re a nice bunch of lads but PLAYERS through and through. One of said boys actually received a punch to the face from one of my lovely girlies (who wasn’t in attendance that day) after she caught him shagging a girl in the bedroom of a party – a party he had gone to with her after they’d been seeing each other for a few weeks! Another story for another time, but you get the kind of boys I mean.

So we all sat around chatting for a couple of hours and then went on our merry way home.

Monday – Cooked for everyone didn’t I –Yes I am a domestic goddess ahem!

Tuesday – Went to Pyrmont for dinner with my lovely friend, who I haven’t seen for too long! We polished off a bottle of vino over an amazing Thai at Bangkok Station. Amazing food and really cheap – I had the Chilli Basil Stir-fry with Chicken – Amazing! Highly recommend and its BYO too, bonus! Then we headed to a stunning small bar called gallon – BIG FAN!

As you walk in it’s like you’ve walked into a quaint French cafe at midnight – candlelight and ambient surroundings lead you to a lovely outside area. I will go to sample the menu soon – watch out for the review! I’m sure it will be to ‘dye’ for. Now, no, that isn’t a grammatical mistake – it’s a leading statement as I’m interested to hear your thoughts on a certain predicament of mine…

I’ve been seeing a lovely guy recently; things have been going good, no complaints at all, only I see to have a habit of picking at the slightest things until they become unravelled.

Ok, I used to be a brunette, well I went to the dark-side for six months last year for a change. I then went back to my blonde-ish roots in September last year. Now my friends are pretty split as to which they prefer, half prefer me blonde, half prefer brunette. Now the problem lies herein (yes I probably am being overly superficial and over thinking things – but it’s my blog so I can say what I want, ha!) – the guy I’ve been spending time with has seen a picture of me when I had brown hair and he liked it, a lot. He said he actually prefers it. Which is of course lovely – However he has also said on several occasions that he prefers brunettes and those brunettes are his ‘type’.

Now I am normally laid back about these things, but I guess this doesn’t sit well with me. Now I do this all the time and probably need to be told to get a grip (and it is probably why I’m still single). But… am I right for this to niggle at me and make me think that he doesn’t like the way I look now? Answers on a postcard please….

Advertisements

We rewind to two weeks ago…

We rewind to two weeks ago…

Remember the post about me passing out fully clothed after a particularly heavy night out? Ring any bells? Here it is just in case you’ve forgotten.

So I left you with a teaser about how I had more to update on and a chance encounter, and then I left you hanging for almost two weeks… sincerest of apologies!

Here is a brief overview of the goings on in my life in the days following that fateful night…

DAY 2
10:00 A.M. I woke from a not so peaceful slumber (more like coma), I had an excitement in my belly, couldn’t remember why… It’ll come to me…
12:30 P.M. I get changed into my bikini, don my latest cute maxi, coordinate with my fried Sally as today is Sunday, it is Sydney and it’s summer, cue – Marco Polo at The Ivy yyippeeeeeee

The Ivy pool is the most aesthetically pleasing venue in Sydney – the talent is immense! The bar scales four floors and two buildings. Downstairs you can catch the business types catching a cosmo after a long day at the office. By night it is transformed into a hub for the beautiful people. On Sundays the pool is transformed to a haven suntrap where the drinks flow and the people mingle.


Beautiful people all around – doesn’t make you feel insecure at all, yeah right!

1:30 Arrive at The Ivy pool, it’s 35 degrees and the bods are out, immense scenes surround Sally and I as we take advantage of the free drinks, the view (the guys are unreal) and feel very self-conscious – the girls are all size 6 – 10 (As I’m a 12 I’m positively in the ‘curvy/ carrying a little extra holiday weight right now variety) .
4:00 Get a call from Liam (we’ve spoke about him before many a time, here, here and here..) he’s at The Ivy too – yippee. Tells me the only reason he came was cos he knew I’d be there, result!
8:00 Head home after one too many cocktails, it’s a Sunday night and I have work tomorrow. I get a text from Liam asking me to meet up, I’m passed out on the sofa before I can respond.
DAY 3
7:15 A.M. Why do I do this to myself, on a school night? My head hurts, I don’t recall most of the previous day and I have a WIP at 8:30 that morning, noooooooo!
8:30 A.M. – 6:00 P.M – Dying a slow and painful death
6:30pm Arrive home after a LONG day at the office, all I want to do is eat and sleep.
8:00 Take myself off to bed to watch a bit of Gossip Girl (which I heart BTW).
9:00 Get a text off my friend, she advises me that she has something that she thinks I should know; Liam has been in contact with her and has been asking her out. Fail one! He also said that there’s nothing going on between me and him – Epic fail! Now tell me if I’m wrong, surely there’s a code about asking out your ex’s mates? Apparently not!
10:00 Type out angry text to Liam asking him at what point he felt it was cool to ask out my friend.
10:30 Save to drafts as feel it isn’t appropriate to send…
10:31 Hit send and think F*** it!

DAY 4
9:00 A.M. Decide I maybe shouldn’t have text Liam
1:15 P.M. Still haven’t heard from Liam
5:45 Still haven’t heard from Liam
10:45 P.M. Still haven’t heard from Liam.
11:10 Yup still no… you know!

DAY 5
7:35 A.M. Decide I’m the biggest idiot ever
5:55 P.M. It’s ok though, after mentally beating myself up all day, I remember that there are good things in my life, my brother arrives tomorrow! I haven’t seen him for nearly two years!
7:30 Julie texts, she’s heading out with Helen our friend tomorrow to say bye before she departs on her travels around the world with her fella. She asks if I want to come, she casually drops in that my ten-year crush will be there also… SOLD!
10:00 Crash out in front on TV after a few too many wines and far too many episodes of ‘Come Dine with Me Australia – where do they find these people?!’

So on a final note before the most romantic weekend of the year… WHATEVER…

I used to be like this…

Then I met a girl…

She was like this…

Together, we were like this…

When she accepted my proposal, I was like this…

I used to talk to her all night like this…

And at the office I used to do this…

When my friends saw my girlfriend, they stared like this…

And I used to react like this…

But on Valentines Day,
she received a red rose from someone else like this…

And she was like this..

And I was like this…

Which later led to this…

and this…

I felt like doing this…

I started doing this…

(I’m not sure of the source of this, it isn’t my own! If anyone knows it please send so I can credit them!)