Ink, Wonderful Ink

Yesterday I sat through an hour or so of needle-induced discomfort and allowed a strange man to permanently mark my skin.
This is the result:
I love them. They're making sitting, sleeping and wearing clothes difficult, but they're worth it. They've certainly dulled my desire for more ink - for a while at least. This experience was certainly more painful than the last, but these two babies are considerably larger than my first one! The pain itself was bearable, and as I told a potential customer outside the parlour, it's a good pain, and if hurt that much, people wouldn't get them.

Oh, and this was just one part of another awesome weekend.

Did I mention I love life right now?

xx

The Weekend That Was

I love awesome weekends. The ones that are just fun-filled and you look back on it on Sunday night and don't feel like you wasted a single minute (although you probably did, but the unwasted minutes were that great that they overrule the wasted ones). I was lucky enough to have an awesome weekend this weekend.

Saturday I lunched with the ladies, and Trudy and I shared a bottle of bubbles in celebration of my divorce-a-versary. Then we headed to the pub for a cocktail. Oh how I love cocktails.
The Southbank Markets were on, so we decided to wander around them. I love markets, and soon discovered that going to the markets whilst slightly intoxicated is not the best idea. Although I do love my purchases! (Two funky pairs of earrings, a 'Rex Manning Day' t-shirt, a cute belly bar & a pair of earrings that were purchased by a friend as a belated birthday present)

Back to the pub for a jug. Trudy encouraged a little Trixie to come out when I spotted a couple of cute boys. Haha. Trixie wasn't ready to come out though, so I ended up with a pint of beer that I really didn't feel like drinking!
Home by about 5-5.30pm and I was ready to keep going. Or sleep. Keep going it was, and I headed out to meet up with a friend.

What a night.

Drinking, dancing, playing the tambourine so hard that I bruised myself. An unknown cut on my foot, and some kind of black tar-like substance on my feet. Good times, good times.

Drunken wisdom had me stay at a friends place much further away from the city than my own place. Then in the morning we realised that I had no way of getting home as the friends car was not at the house. Fortunately this was soon remedied, and I got back to my place sometime around 9.30-10 this morning. Not a bad effort in my books!

I really enjoy nights like last night. Having an absolute blast and not having a care in the world. It was the first time I'd been out with this group of friends, but hopefully not the last. I did tell a few of them (numerous times I think!) that they were my new best friends and they weren't allowed to go out again with out me. I amuse me.

And now it's 10pm and time for me to try and get some shut eye.

Here's to fun times with fun friends.

xx

Ahhh Friday ...

Friday. That wonderful day of the week. You hit the 'Logout' button on your phone, hear the three beeps and no you won't have to answer another call in your politest voice until Monday. Two days of freedom.
This particular Friday also happens to be my last day as a 24-year-old (yes, I am one of those people who likes to milk her birthday for all it's worth. It's MY day, dammit!), so all the more reason to enjoy a pleasant alcoholic beverage. Or three. Tonight's tipple? A lovely Sauvignon Blanc. Marlborough region of course. I even splashed out and paid more than my usual limit of $15! Indulgent or what? (Still didn't go over $20, just in case you were wondering).
The rest of the evening will be spent in relaxation. Ahh. Bliss. Wandering through the internet, sipping lovely wine, and eating dirty dirty pizza. What more could a girl ask for?
If I'm brutally honest? I wouldn't mind a wealthy, handsome stranger (but not a strange stranger, a nice one) suddenly calling my mobile and suggesting that we go out to dinner at an obscenely expensive restaurant - after he purchases me a stunning outfit of course - followed by cocktails at an exclusive cocktail bar and then ... well, I'm lady, so after the cocktails I'd be more than happy to come home to my bed and cuddle my teddy bear ;)
Vivid imagination? Slightly. I'm entitled to it. Fantasies can be more fun than the reality.

Have a lovely Friday night, dear readers.
xx