Saturday, December 21, 2013
I can't believe we've been on holidays now for two weeks. We were actually pretty surprised by how long it took us to wind down when we got here. I had this vision in my head while I was at work late at night trying to tie everything up before we left that I would get on the plane, sigh really deeply and then it would be all cocktails, high-fives and good times from then out. It didn't really happen like that. We were just wound so tight...
Anyway, if anything blows away the cobwebs it's a helmet-free bike ride across the Golden Gate Bridge. It's so sad how rebellious I felt to not be wearing a helmet. As we took the steep, curvy decent into Sausalito I didn't feel so rebellious. I just felt stupid and hoped I wouldn't die. The ride was amazing. Before catching the ferry back to the city we ate giant burgers and met a bearded busker with a small dog dressed as Santa. Apparently he runs for mayor every single year. This might finally be the year!
This would be the "long bob" I was recently treated to. Hmmm. It makes my top lip look even more invisible. Weird right?? #nothungupatall
Greg is keen to see all the sport he can. Whenever we get to a hotel room he immediately turns on ESPN. I immediately smother the urge to strangle him. He got us tickets to see the Golden State Warriors play a little b-ball at Oracle Arena in Oakland. I learned that one of their best players (Bogat? Andrew Bogat??) grew up near Greg. Not that he knew him, but when in Rome...(yes, I am aware that metaphor does not apply here, and yes, I am too lazy to open Google and check the name of that player). The game was awesome. More like a concert or stage show- music, cheerleaders, motor cross stunt riders at half time, on-court competitions etc etc. and some of the players are hot. I get it now Kim Kardashian. That 72 days was well worth it.
Then back to more local sights- walked down Lombard St (yes, I'm wearing the beanie as much as possible until my hair grows back even the tiniest bit), clam chowder in bread bowls at the peer and I even managed to beat Greg at early C20th arcade games. Both duck shooting AND old school table hockey. Absolutely pantsed him.
The back story to this is that I am insanely competitive and he ALWAYS beats me at foosball and air hockey. In an act of pure self-torture on my 25th birthday in Venice I even made him play when I was in a bad mood because I thought everyone at home had forgotten me, including Mumsie. I later went on Facie and email and discovered they hadn't of course. But at the time I was in one of those moods where you could either laugh or cry at the drop of a hat. Greg's mind at the idea of playing his highly competitive girlfriend who stared him down and growled "don't you dare let me win. I'll know if you let me win just because it's my birthday" was extremely conflicted. He went through with the game. He won. I pouted and said it didn't matter and felt even more sorry for myself. Then went and logged onto the computer...award for the longest backstory ever. Thank you.
And then we got our Jack Kerouac on. The beat museum was really good considering it seems to run in the smell of an oily rag. Greg is wading through "On The Road" at the moment. I'm reading a Man Booker prize winner with bizarre incestual overtones. You know, the usual.
San Francisco is such a gorgeous city. I could easily see myself living there. Unfortunately I have zero tech or textile skills so I doubt I'm going to be headhunted by Google or Levi's anytime soon...
According to the guide book we'd missed the seals at Pier 39 and I was bummed, but we walked past and I cupped my little hand to my little ear and said "hark! Is that a large fish-eating mammal with very thick fur who resides in yonder sea?!" And lo and behold it was! I took about a billion photos and they were seriously entertaining. Some totally chilled out, soaking up the sunshine, others barking furiously and head butting each other off their perches. Good times.
We made it out to Alcatraz on a glorious sunny day. I'm annoyed that I can't edit my photos on the blog on the iPad so I can only post landscapes because I'm way too much of a Virgo (a Virgo who doesn't even believe in star signs, but a dyed in the wool Virgo nonetheless) to post some of the gorgeous portrait oriented photos I've taken. They would be all out of whack. All of these were taken on my phone as I can't upload any I've taken on my DSLR. The perfectionist in me fumes...also Greg gave me permission to copy in bits of his "reports" (aka emails to Nan) about our travels but I can't work this fandangled gadget to get it to copy and paste. Ah well, here is my (almost) wordless photo diary report...
At the top of curvy Lombard St
A cutie-patootie cable car
Seals, seals and more seals!
The back of my head as I'm watching seals...
The view of San Francisco from Alcatraz Island
Thursday, December 12, 2013
We've arrived! Thanks for the welcome President Obama. You would never see a photo of an Australian prime minister in an airport so this sort of tickled us.
Our journey was loooong. About 26 hours in transit to San Francisco via LAX. I managed to lose my brand new duck down puffer jacket (still unlocated despite best efforts) so it's lucky the sun was shining when we finally got outside. I was furious with myself- just so wasteful, careless and inconvenient. Have to let it go, there's always something when you travel. We also managed to spend $80 just getting to our hotel as we took the bus to the wrong suburb at first. I could of cried. I was cold, had barely slept on the plane and we were now miles from where we should be. It was one of those "we'll laugh about this one day. Maybe. One day long from now" moments.
Anyway, first impressions- because everyone loves a list of (mostly) ridiculous first impressions... As Greg said "it's the little things that really do your head in"
* Americans sound even more American in America (I told you this was a list of ridiculous)
* the tipping system is really tricky to get your head around when you haven't grown up with it
* toilets fill up with heaps of water here! Sort of concerned I was going to get a wet bum at first...
* there is a lot of homelessness in San Fran. There is a lot in Melbourne too, we've just noticed it a lot here
* "coffee in open cups" that is Greg's offering- apparently he has noticed that people don't put the lid on for you. Hmmm, I hadn't noticed. I'll have to check this out and report back
* San Franciscans are really friendly and according to Greg very attractive
* beer is cheap, sport is on every second tv channel and news shows are hard to find
Speaking of cheap beer- 6 small Coronas "Coronita" for $10. Yes please!
Thursday, December 5, 2013
We got married!
23 November 2013
23 November 2013
Here are a few of my favourites from my gorgeous friend Amy who flew all the way down from Brisbane and brought her handsome man too. Thank you! I'm not a huge kissing photo person, but I must admit that is one of my absolute faves!
Please excuse the excess of exclamation marks. I'm excited and overtired from trying to tie everything up at work to go away for seven weeks. SEVEN WEEKS!!!! Oh and I'm also coming down from having all my hair chopped off today. I swear I look like a brown haired version of Miranda in the early years of Sex and the City. Not good at all. Ah well, I'll just cover my grave mistake of trusting my insanely delightful hairdresser with a beanie as we are flying to a cold climate...oh yeah, photo dump time...
And an Instagram from my new sister-in-law for good measure. I'd about say this sums up our wedding day. It was laughs and hilarity from start to finish.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Greg isn't into sweets but I just don't believe that it's really a birthday without cake. I spent two days labouring over the Mint Chocolate Chip Cake from Raspberri Cupcakes. It was an homage to Greg's one sweet indulgence- the mint Choctop at the cinema. I didn't have any cones, so unlike Steph's masterpiece I decorated mine with Mint Slice biscuits. No less indulgent. And this cake was saweeeeet! Even I struggled through my (very large) serve. The rest was packed off to Greg's work to share with his salesmen bff's. I also packed him some corn chips, spicy salsa and Pringles to share at play lunch. Remember play lunch?!
If I don't score points with his workmates with chips and cake I never will.
Happy birthday my studly ginger one. May the next year (read 11 months due to my bloggity slackness) bring you adventures galore.
And hopefully a house and a rescue greyhound.
..I'll wish for that at my birthday too and we might have twice the chance of making it happen.
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Friday, June 21, 2013
Well by Jove it's been a busy few weeks at the Coop. Or rather, it's been a busy few weeks outside the Coop. It doesn't feel like we've been home much *she says preparing to go out the door and down to Mumsie's*. That there is a bit of irony. Irony- "One of the most misused words in the entire English language" according to Urban Dictionary. I would have to agree. In fact I don't even know if I just used it correctly then. Let's refer to a definition:
i·ro·ny (r-n, r-)n. pl. i·ro·nies
a. The use of words to express something different from and often opposite to their literal meaning.b. An expression or utterance marked by a deliberate contrast between apparent and intended meaning.c. A literary style employing such contrasts for humorous or rhetorical effect. See Synonyms at wit1.
a. Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs: "Hyde noted the irony of Ireland's copying the nation she most hated" (Richard Kain).b. An occurrence, result, or circumstance notable for such incongruity"
"It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife"- I'm going to pay that one. That seems fairly ironic (and annoying) to me.
"It's meeting the man of my dreams/ And then meeting his beautiful wife"- that's not ironic. That's just unfortunate. It's far more ironic that she wrote a tortured break-up smash hit about Uncle Joey wanting to marry her and then got engaged to hottie-mc-hot Ryan Reynolds...
Anyway using Alanis' poetic licence here is my version of Ironic...
It's like having TWO social events to go to on the weekend (when usually you mooch on the couch eating junk and slothing it up) and looking at your hairbrush on the Friday morning and thinking "geez I've had that thing forever". Hairbrush instantly disappears. This is a one bedroom apartment. Where the hell did it go??
It's like having Sam Kekovich use you sitting in the front row as the butt of his "dumb young girl doesn't know big words" jokes in a stand up routine when you majored in English literature at university. Seeing as I was sitting with a Liberal MP candidate that the footy club is trying to squeeze $2 mill from I sat through 20 minutes of it with my best smile and jolly hahaha!'s while thinking "I am in fact aware what a sonnet is and you're lucky they aren't serving your precious lamb cutlets or I'd stab you with the blunt end you vile misogynist". The sonnet is the only example I can remember of the whole, long, twenty minutes. There was a hell of a lot more of it. Got to love comedy!
It's like looking forward to new/clean sheets day for way longer than you care to admit and after nestling into bed realising that your bum has just rubbed a hole right through to the mattress. Have I bothered to change the poor threadbare bottom sheet again? Hell no! That would require effort. Instead I'm turning it into a science experiment. How many days until my bum sends the rip over to Greg's side?
It's like irony is a lot of work dude. I'm packing this in and looking forward with great pleasure to driving an hour and a half to go squeeze Mumsie. See that? Irony.
Side note: Sam Kekovich is actually a really good public speaker. Damn it!
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
I'm not sure if it was just a one hit wonder in Australia or if it went further than that. As soon as I heard it my immediate guess was that I had danced to Apple Eyes in my lounge room as a tween in 1996. Close, it's actually from 1995. Anyway today I met the lead singer. He's an anthropology lecturer at the university I work at. How bizarre is that?! From 90s pop front man to crusty old anthropology lecturer!
Actually he's not crusty at all, he's aged very well and is hilarious. I can't believe I've only found this out now. To be fair he does work at a different campus to me and I would never have made the connection in a million years so it's not so surprising that it's only just come to my attention. Luckily we have fabulous colleagues who don't let him - or others - forget his colourful glory days!
So, a real blast from the past. Ever met a (possibly faded) pop icon??