day 10

today is wednesday. today is also pay day. right on.

i've been a bit lazy lately. a bit 'blog neglecting', if you will. truth is, i sort of got over this whole 'write shit on the internet' thing. i mean, i ran out of things to say. coming up with something interesting day in, day out was really tough.. oh, that and also my boss arrived back from overseas, so i've also been neglecting my afternoon naps and smoke breaks.... somewhat.

my housemate came home last in tears. jaye, why don't you write in your blog anymore? she cried. well, housemate that isn't zoe, i started, sitting her on my knee, hugging her tight, trying to console her. you see, sometimes adults have to do 'adult things', i told her. like working and grocery shopping and car driving and making dinner for you, i said with a chuckle, pinching her cheek. she giggled. everything was okay in the world. can you write one tomorrow? she asked. just for me? my heart felt heavy when she looked up at me with those tear filled eyes, begging. i knew how much work i had waiting for me at work. of course i can, housemate that isn't zoe, i replied. she smiled.

today i arrived at work and was instantly caught up in the hustle bustle of it all when i heard a little beep. it was my gmail account telling me that someone was trying to chat with me. sure enough, it was her. i've got your topic for your blog! she seemed so pleased. write about your most favourite and least favourite gigs! good idea.

i haven't been to many gigs/festivals in my time. the ones that i have been to have blown me away. obviously with the exception of 'Groovin the Moo' but we won't go there. i thought i would take this blog to a whole new level though and speak of personal gigs or those times i've been outstandingly entertained without paying a single dollar.

i only need to mention a night last week. boyfriend was off sulking elsewhere and me and my housemates, zoe and housemate that isn't zoe decided to go to The Moreland. Those of you who live in the area will be cringing right now and rightfully so. don't judge me. i just wanted a pot, a bet on the dogs/horses/trots/whatever i could get my gambly hands on and to waste $20 in the pokies. harmless fun. until..... we all started playing the one pokie machine. disaster. embarrassment. wrongful stares. typical 'The Moreland' regulars. brilliance.

we then got home. we were doing catwalks, we were doing our 'step up 3D' dance moves, we were playing strip pole with the stairs (we.. i.. what's the difference), we ate chicken cacciatore with our hands, we stole olives, we drank wine and we argued over who had the manlier voice.

i can honestly say i don't remember much about it all, however (!) i do remember having a lot of fun and being more entertained than ever. i think we had about as much fun as this guy:

correct me if i'm wrong, but if my memory proves true, it would seem like i had the best night ever!

xx