One of my ex boyfriends used to spend his time at my house to use the internet - he didn't have it at home. My most recent boyfriend, when he returned from his "journey of self discovery" whilst harbering the guilt of wanting to pursue his fetish for short women, soaked up as much of the sci fi channel on my foxtel as possible before ending it (BTW I hope the stress of keeping that from me exacerbated his hemorroids). Oh and my house isn't rat infested.
I am contemplating getting air conditioning and I wonder whether my next love will be more interested in keeping cool in a heat wave than actually reciprocating the love and generosity that I bestow towards them.
Anyway, just a random mid week thought.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Dinner with the folks
When you turn 30, dinner out with your parents becomes a social event. The food is decadent and usually involves 3 courses and the wine expensive. And the best thing of all - Dad shouts. But, seriously you are sitting opposite people that combine all your qualities. This, combined with an evening of people watching, lends itself to an evening of witty banter, unspoken observations and obvious jokes.
Saturday night, I had dinner with the folks at Talulah. We had a table by the window with uninterrupted views of pedestrians coming to and from the Junction Hotel. I was relieved that they have added main meals to their menu as I feel the Tapas phase is getting boring and it is not conducive to saving money. The Sangria didn't really take me back to evenings in Barcelona but the Spanish sav blanc was delicious. Perhaps too delicious for some..... Some of his wine infused banter involved the following:
"God, she can barely walk in those shoes"
"Why did they cross the road then go their seperate ways?"
"Why is she standing on the corner, is she a call girl?" Dad, she is on the phone. "On the phone to a client no doubt"
"Her hips are so big I can see them either side of the No Parking sign"
"She's still on the phone"
"They only went in there, now they're are coming in here" Dad, it's called pre dinner drinks. "Free dinner drinks?" No, pre dinner drinks...Dad you really do need to get your hearing tested.
"If she wore black, she could walk around and not be seen" Please note this comment was made in reference to a Figian girl crossing the street. I think was the low point although after that he was given a gift - a lady walking past shaking and talking crossly to a Coles trolley.
My crusted fish and trio of home churned icecreams were delicious.
Saturday night, I had dinner with the folks at Talulah. We had a table by the window with uninterrupted views of pedestrians coming to and from the Junction Hotel. I was relieved that they have added main meals to their menu as I feel the Tapas phase is getting boring and it is not conducive to saving money. The Sangria didn't really take me back to evenings in Barcelona but the Spanish sav blanc was delicious. Perhaps too delicious for some..... Some of his wine infused banter involved the following:
"God, she can barely walk in those shoes"
"Why did they cross the road then go their seperate ways?"
"Why is she standing on the corner, is she a call girl?" Dad, she is on the phone. "On the phone to a client no doubt"
"Her hips are so big I can see them either side of the No Parking sign"
"She's still on the phone"
"They only went in there, now they're are coming in here" Dad, it's called pre dinner drinks. "Free dinner drinks?" No, pre dinner drinks...Dad you really do need to get your hearing tested.
"If she wore black, she could walk around and not be seen" Please note this comment was made in reference to a Figian girl crossing the street. I think was the low point although after that he was given a gift - a lady walking past shaking and talking crossly to a Coles trolley.
My crusted fish and trio of home churned icecreams were delicious.
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