Project 289 - Day 136 : When the Sales Are in Bloom, It's Amore
Sammi, my work gal pal, and I went to lunch today at Macquarie Centre, the shopping centre nearest to work.
Sammi, my work gal pal, and I went to lunch today at Macquarie Centre, the shopping centre nearest to work.
I got back to walking today!
Three weeks after my back muscles completely lost the plot, and forgot they were supposed to keep moving, and stopped in one very painful spot - "Oh right? You mean we're not supposed to freeze up? Oh my god, sorry, we missed that memo!" - I hit the pavements again at 5 a.m. with my friend, Fahmi, ready to get fit, and lose my Winter flab......
.........it felt great, and here's to my body behaving itself for a while! Yes muscles I am talking to you!
I caught up for dinner tonight with one of my closest friends, Warren, at Tony Roma's, who apparently are famous for their ribs. So like culinary sheep, or lemmings running to the cliff, we meekly obeyed and had…. ribs.... and let me tell you those sheep and lemmings are onto a good thing!
Naturally it was all very low fat and good for us - yes even the chicken wings and Mozarella sticks!! - and we spent a very health-affirming meal catching up on all the latest and greatest goings on in our lives.
It's always a massive pleasure to spend time with him.... and the, uh, ribs.....
So my beautiful guy's big day arrives and to celebrate I wrap him a three-tiered gift (antique Italian dip set we bought in the Blue Mountains back in March), took him to dinner at a fabulous Vietnamese restaurant called Tre Viet in King Street, Newtown (Sydney, The World, The Universe..... wait a second! When did my inner 10 year old start writing this blog?!), and lots of cuddling and kissing (the details of which shall remain secret for all time!).
What fun is the day after a party!
I love JB Hi-Fi (a discount retailer in Australia that sells a massive range of electronics, CDs, DVDs).
In fact if JB HiFi was a person, there's a good chance I would have fallen in love, got married, produced a gaggle of screaming kids, bought a house in the suburbs and bought a kelpie called "Yap" by now. Yes I love the store that much!
So on the way home today, I stepped off the train at Town Hall, grazed through the chain I visit more than any other, and bought the DVD of "Rachel Gets Married" which I meant to see at the cinema but didn't quite get to. Hopefully I will finally see it this weekend.
I am not a fan of Tuesdays.
They are weird in between days that don't really serve much of a purpose - Monday is the day we dread, Wednesday is the happy half way point, Thursday is almost Friday, and Friday is the blessed end of the week! But Tuesday? - and it's also the day the Management Team of my Division have their major weekly meeting, the centrepiece of which is Trading, a discussion of well the business is doing.
It involves a lot of work, and stress, and while I have collating it down to a fine art, it is still something I am glad to be done with, and I always look forward to the end of Tuesday.
Tonight I went out to dinner with my lovely gal pal from work, Sammi to that bastion of fine eating, Outback Steakhouse.
It's pretense to be a chain of authentically Aussie cuisine is amusing in the USA (where buffalo wings are known as 'kookaburra wings', and 'Bloomin Onion' is a favourite dish), but damn near hilarious in Australia. But bizarre market positioning aside, the service is great, the food is yummy (my pork spare ribs were to die for! But thankfully I didn't, which saved Sammi the bother of dragging my body into the boot of her car), and it gives us a good chance to catch up on everything and anything in a relaxed fun atmosphere.
Just please stop pretending that real Aussies eat this stuff in their homes!
The day had been delightfully uneventful - a leisurely Yum Cha brunch with my good friend Peter, shopping with my beautiful guy and Peter, followed by a nap - when suddenly all hell broke loose!
My beautiful guy had no sooner stepped into the apartment that the fire alarm went off in the building and we were forced to run for our lives, flames licking at our heels, the screams of our neighbours echoing in the packed stairwell as we leapt two stairs at a time, desperate to escape the inferno threatening to consume us.... we barely escaped with our lives, and as the sounds of "We May Never Love Like This Again" ran around and through us like a demented sonic puppy, we paused to consider how close we had come to dying, and gave thanks for this wonderful second chance at life when we would never take anything for granted again and...
Oh all right.... the fire alarm went off, I changed from my tracky daks from my jeans (as if I was going to flee for my life, well potentially, in tracky daks!), we walked down the stairs, stood outside in the cold till the firemen said we could go back in....
See that wasn't nearly as dramatic as the bit was it?
Now as I was saying..... debris were raining down upon us as we ran for our lives, wondering if we would .......
By some bizarre happenstance - OK not so bizarre really but I love using that word and all it implies - I ended up eating lots of Yum Cha this weekend and today was the first serving...
..... with my wonderful friends, Ellen & Tracy, and my beautiful guy at The Marigold on George Street... we ate truckloads of dumplings, sticky rice, mango pancakes and fried rice noodles, all the time catching up on 8 months worth of news.... yes it had been that long! How did I remember that since I can barely remember what I had for breakfast yesterday (well, most days anyway)?
Well every time I see Ellen I give her my old "Empire" magazines and I had 8 months worth to hand over this time! Oops! It kind of shamed us into catching up more regularly and so the next catch up is a mere 3 months away!
It should make for a lighter bag for Ellen next time!
Every morning, an eclectic group of commuters move with great speed and purpose up to St Peters station, racing to catch the next in Cityrail's long line of trains that may or may not turn up on time.
Tonight was French National Day and in honour of the French storming the Bastille, I ate some petits fours. I meant to eat a croissant too but forgot.....
Yesterday if you recall I threw my back into less than pleasurable spasms (that's assuming there are pleasurable ones!) when I tried to dry my left foot with a towel (just for the record I had successfully dried the rest of my body before that!)....
....with or without the rest of my body.....
Oh to live in the magical gilded world of CityRail!
If I lived there, I wouldn't actually need to:
(1) Get to my job on time and I could potentially wait as long as necessary for the next train, assuming I even bothered to go to work at all.
(2) Cancel parts of my job at will, with no consequences to me (although those depending on me would be massively impacted. My care factor? Sub-zero and counting downwards, ever downwards!)
(3) Ask the people affected by my blithe attitude to my job, and addiction to doing as little as possible, to inconvenience themselves to work around my on-a-whim announcements
.... and if you were a citizen of RailCorp land too, you could ride the gravy train to Corruption Land, all the while not lifting a finger to doing anything meaningful. What a happy world that would be, not to mention corpulent and affluent as hell!!
>>>> all this sarcastic ranting and raving springs from my delightful commute to work this morning where CityRail in short order:
(a) cancelled a train but never announced they had. The train simply never showed up!
(b) Kindly sent along the next train which with two trains worth of people on it was so full that I daresay there are sardines with more personal space than we had! To top that off, the CityRail driver then had the audacity to request that "this train is really full. Please catch the next one." Which may or may not turn up, and after you've waited 15 minutes longer than necessary for your non-arriving usual train!
(c) They then sent the train the wrong way around the City Circle, delaying me even further.
Now I am not in the best of moods on Monday generally, and this really didn't help! Thank goodness for my iPod, the novel I was reading and "The Sydney Morning Herald", all of which saved my sanity on a very trying morning.
Here I am at the Palace Restaurant in Piccadilly Arcade, City with my very good friend, Jason (brown vest) and my gorgeous guy.
Jason works advising on HIV/AIDS health policy and is about to leave for a year in that tropical idyll East Timor.... well, when it isn't in political, economic or social flux that is!! It can be an emotionally taxing place to be since the infrastructure is limited, social diversions few (unless you're on the U.N. gravy train! Then it's wine, women, and cheaps groceries!!), and unless you develop some good friendships, which thankfully Jason has, a lonely place to be. The upshot for Jason is the chance to be on the ground floor shaping policy and the challenge of assisting a newly emerging country to craft it's social policy.
I will miss him being in Sydney though - we are very much on the same wavelength and it's one of those friendships where the sharing is deep and often. But thanks to Facebook, Twitter, email and roaming, and maybe Skype (if I ever get it uploaded!!), the distances aren't that vast....
.... and in the meantime, there's Yum Cha.....
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