Saturday in Manic May

Writing this in the sun rays streaming into my writing nook, reflecting flecks of crystal light onto the wall behind the whiskey trolley that bears my Husband's antique crystal decanter, listening to the boppy strains of Bic Runga's latest album Belle while recovering from Saturday.

Aside from the routine loads of laundry I had to run yesterday morning, I pulled together a brunch pizza for my beloved which we waffled down because he's looked up The Avengers Gold Class schedule and we are aiming to make it to the 12.15pm sesh.



Tomatoes, sausage, bacon, eggs and mozarella on a pizza, If that's not the perfect cure to Hubby's Baxter Inn hangover, then what is?



Events Cinema's Gold class in Bondi Junction is quite something, walking through the frosted sliding doors to a private lounge where the fully stocked bar and cosy couches make it difficult to remind yourself that you are here to watch a movie. The Avengers is a really good movie with a great hilarious script which takes time building rapport between the characters of the movie so that you can take in the teamwork that goes into the fight scenes. Everyone performs well except for the Robin-Scherbatsky chick who really should stick to How I Met Your Mother. We laid back in our reclining couches and are brought our frozen cokes when the movie starts and it was an intimate experience with all of only thirty pax in the theatre. It almost seems rude to laugh out loud in the movie.

We went home with plenty of time for a Grocery run and a fantastic dinner. I set a lamb rack in the oven and made a few random sides based on what else was in the pantry and the Cinco de Mayo forces must have been at play because I made a salsa of sorts and a mean jalapeno mince with El Paso nacho dip unknowingly to go with the lamb. A rather beserk combination but Mr.HEA laps it up anyways.

 

Then it was time to stick on the falsies and smouldering eyes, a fresh slick of lipstick and some cute Charles & Keith black party ankle boots and head out to The Beresford Hotel in Surry Hills for some serious partying. In my hazy, tipsy stupour I remembered I hadn't taken a proper shot of my OOTD all day so I did this in the bar. Does this make me a loo blogger? Why else do they put full length mirrors in cubicles? Oh to let you check you haven't got your skirt tucked into your hose. Why else?

Rules by Mary dress, Leona Edmiston stockings, LV epi electric Iena clutch



  Hmmm... it's time now for another day and I am a little worse for wear having knocked back a few vodka cranberries last night because it was so warm in the bar. The Birthday girl wore a goegeous peplum dress which makes me make a mental note to self that I will need to check out this style on me if it is as hot as all the Mercedes Benz Fashionistas during fashion week imply. The Beresford Hotel is a place for Hawt people seriously. At least last night it appeared to be like that. Just tons of beautiful people all having a great time, present company included of course.

Oh yeah, I was meant to wrap up in the start of the last paragraph, I do ramble on. Have a great day everyone! I most certainly intend to!



Love lost

A Scene from the movie, "The Women" (2008):
Don't you criticize me.
Let me ask you something.

 
Now that Molly trusts you,
are you gonna betray her like you did me?

 
Do you have any idea
how hard it is to be your friend?

 
I tried to make it up to you.
What more do you want?

 
I wanna know
how you can sell out your best friend.

 
I hope that job is worth it, Sylvie,
because it's all you've got.

 
I quit my job.

 
- What?
- What else could I do?

 
I was making terrible compromises.

 
I can't believe you quit.

 
How could I be so out of whack
that I sold out my best friend?

 
You were in an impossible situation.
Of course you'd wanna keep your job.

 
It's what you do, and you're great at it.

 
It's nothing compared
to being responsible for a child.

 
- I don't know how you do it.
- Come on, I'm a terrible mother.

 
Look what I'm passing down
from my own.

 
I can't even talk to my own daughter
about sex.

 
Well, it's easy for me.
I wasn't there changing her diapers.

 
- I mean...
- I know, you are helping me out.

 
You're doing me a really big favor.
Thank you very much.

 
Goddamn it. Thank you.

 
Anything I can do.

 
You have a huge job, huge.

 
I'm so glad I never had children.

 
That's the last impermissible thing
you can say at a party.

 
That you don't want children.

 
Well, I'm gonna have a dinner party
and then you can say that.

 
Oh, my God, I'm exhausted.

 
We're a mess.

 
I like your hair, though.

 
You know what?
I got my divorce papers today.

 
Oh.

 
All I have to do is sign,
and I can't seem to be able to find a pen.

 
Mary, look, it's the 21 st century.

 
It's okay for people
to fight for their relationships.

 
You know what this feels like?

 
It feels like
that phantom limb syndrome.

 
You know that thing where you lose a part
of your body, like an arm or something...

 
...but you still have the sensation
that it's there.

 
Well, you know,
I'm sure Stephen feels the same way.

 
Oh, no,
I'm not talking about Stephen and me.

 
I'm talking about you and me.

I have been struggling with my childhood bestie since the first season of Gossip Girl. I remember crying at the scene where Serena confronts Blair and tells her how hard it has been, and I cried for a lost relationship that neither of us were ready to let go of our prides to fix.

She came to Sydney and then she left. That's what everybody knows. What nobody knows is why, and how hard it was here. It was the wrong time I perceive. To give up everything and come during the GFC to have to build a new life here. To know that your old friends have moved on and to know that you have to quickly learn about a culture that you have had a different impression of. I knew it was hard, but I was afraid to help. Afraid that the gesture would seem condescending, and afraid that she wouldn't be as strong as she used to be if she grew to be dependant. But my resilient manners were misunderstood as standoffish perhaps. That and also the fact that I never talked to her about what I thought her problems were. She just thought we were laughing at her behind her back and it got to the point that she didn't want to go out with me. Period.

Sighz... Do I have the Phantom limb syndrom? I wish I could honestly say I do. I don't dispute that there is one major piece of my life missing. I do miss the talks about love, life, our fascination with what the opposite sex was thinking, our watching out for each other.

But, I get that from the other women in my life these days. So I do not need to muster up the courage to be the first to say I am sorry. With her being in a different country it seems counter-intuitive anyways. So I wait, for things to be forgotten, angers to calm and words to come.

Wedding inspiration

I hadn't realised how many movies/ TV series potray wedding dresses until last year when I was actually planning my wedding. It's like some things are there but you just never notice it until you are in that Zone.

So whilst S was away last night I cracked into his movie stash which are movies that he had watched without me which he proclaims are crap or ones that you'd only watch once and therefore we shall never watch them together. Sigh... This is hard because amongst the list were movies that I just really wanted to watch such as the Time Traveller's Wife, Tron and The King's Speech.

Last night, I cracked open The Proposal and When in Rome. And I don't know... this inspiration came too late, but how beautiful was Kirsten Bell in her wedding dress from that movie?

And it wasn't just the dress...it was her soft, flowing ethereal veil that I adored. But I wasn't interested in veils before the wedding. I thought I was just going to have that as my something borrowed and so beggars couldn't be choosers. In fact, I was so 'constricted' by cost when planning the wedding that I now see many beautiful things that I wished we could have had incorporated into ours...but well, we missed that boat didn't we?

That's it. I don't regret my wedding, but it sure ain't one of those you'd see on SMP.

Whining aside...I watch that scene where she is running in her wedding dress... and I wonder, one of the things I struggled most with about finding a wedding dress was how heavy they each were and I didn't want the big flouncy dresses that I couldn't move in (eventhough people still told me afterwards they couldn't get near to me on the day because my train was everywhere) no matter how beautiful they do look in photos afterwards. We had picked my dress on Shimmer quality... but that didn't even come through in the pictures. I wonder how many people are like me and don't get the results I had in their head when the pictures come out?