Oh God, I’m Too Old For This

Last night I went out with an old school friend for dinner, drinks and a general bitch about life and gossip about our fellow graduates.

We drank ALOT. Bottles and bottles and bottles of alcohol. Today I am recovering. And you know what.. whilst I still enjoy getting dressed up and going out with my friends. I am too old to be going out on the Sunshine Coast, and particularly too old to be at Fridays.

When you are 18 (up to the age of about 20) it is great going out. Its great waking up with strange entrance stamps up and down your arm. It’s nice to walk around with them and be smug to all your underage friends and saying “look at me I went out last night!”. Today, at 25, they make you look a little trashy and you spent 15 minutes in the shower trying to scrub them off.

When you are 18 it is easy to recover from a hangover and a 2am return home. Many night I was out until 3 in the morning then off to work at 8.30 on Sunday Morning. Today, at 25, a night out renders me bedridden for pretty much a full day. I stumbled out of bed at about 11am this morning in search of vegemite toast. Then went back to bed and felt sorry for myself. It is now 4pm and I have just ventured out into the company of my parents, who are taunting me.

When I was 18, texting wasn’t a huge thing.. mobile phones were only just getting en vogue. Now I spent most of my evening wasting credit on texts to my friends across Australia and the UK professing my love for them. Thank the Lord I removed my ex’s number from my phone. I’ve learnt my lesson there before.

When I was 18 and heading to Fridays, there seemed to be a variety of age groups that went from just legal to middle age people. Now it seems that I am the oldest person in place and spend my evening watching young girls tottering around on heels they cannot walk in.

So yes, I think that perhaps I am too old for the Sunshine Coast party scene. But I did have a good time getting absolutely hammered and dancing to Mr Jones.

Life is Like An All-You-Can-Eat Buffet

I have been racking my brain for new blog content , so my good friend Pete gave me the topic of All You Can Eat Buffets.. and as I usually do what Pete tells me too.. here we go….

I have always been a fan of the buffet. I like being able to eat as much as you want for a minimal price.  I am especially a fan of the Breakfast Buffet.  Pancakes, Eggs, Pastries, Coffees YUMMY.

The buffet I feel can easily be compared to life in 3 easy points.

1.  It seems that I am always waiting for the good bits of my life to start.  Like waiting in line at a Breakfast Buffet to get to the pancakes and maple syrup, the metaphorical light at the end of tunnel.

2. When you finally get to the end of the line, you find that someone has taken all the pancakes and you once again are left waiting. 

3. When, if by some strange miracle, you get to the front of the queue and there is an abundance of deliciously fresh food for the taking, you are never particularly hungry.  Like when gorgeous men try and pick you up when the painters are in. 

The Inspiration to be a Better Person

My good friend Saffa and her partner Darren recently gave birth to a beautiful little boy and have bestowed upon me the honour of Godmother.

This makes me super happy and also slightly terrified. I am now (theoretically anyway) responsible for the moral and spiritual upbringing of this innocent child.

I am the first to admit that I have not lived the most moral of lives. I have fluttered in and out of religion, praying as it suits me, rather than in daily thanks. I have been in many a drunken stupor where I have said things I shouldn’t have and done things I should really have not. I can be abrupt and offensive (even though I don’t always mean to be). In reflection of my life I wonder why Saffa chose me of all people.

But this gorgeous little boy has given me the inspiration to lead a slightly better life. To try and do good things that he, my other baby nephews and my friends would not be ashamed of, or that I wouldn’t want them to do themselves.

And that, I suppose, is all I can do.

p.s – experimenting with fonts and layouts on new Windows Live Writer xx