Mellow Weekend

Went to a Rav's birthday on Friday. Wasnt terribly into the booze after a big night on Thursday. It was a rather mellow party. VB was there too. Surprisingly, he didnt touch a drop of alcohol and kind of hid in the room with the kids all night. He did say he was turning over a new leaf. Good start. Mr S was sms-ing me and wanting to confirm the identity of 007. So it took him a week to get the truth out of Miss B. I'm still dumb founded that she went home with 007. VB mentioned that KC wont be going to Summadayze even after Mr S had reserved 2 tickets for him. But, he is not going, which is conveniently a good thing for VB cos he can allocate one of those tickets to Miss 3. Yes, Miss 3 is coming from KL. No doubt VB thinks she's here to see him. Is she really? The last time Miss 3 was here, we didnt get a chance to see much of her. So this time, hopefully the girls can get together for some shopping, coffee-ing, drinking and partying! Got home just after midnight and November Cleo sms-ed me asking if I was heading down to Lavish. No chance.

Was up early Saturday morning, thanks to an early night on Friday. Went to Vigorous with Swing Sister and Mr S for a one hour traditional Thai massage. It was heavenly. This is truly the life. After the massage, we had coffee in North Melbourne. VB rang me and told me he had a flat tyre on Friday night! He is such a magnet for bad luck. Or is that bad karma? Just two weeks ago he had a car accident in his car, which was no fault of his. Then he borrows Swing Sister's car while his car is in repair. Less than a day later, someone backs into Swing Sister's car and the back bumper falls off. VB then gets another loan car from another trusted friend. Then Friday night the tyre blows up. As Swing Sister says, moral of the story is, never lend your car to VB! Even when VB does eventually get his car back, there are bigger issues to deal with.

Had dinner at Shark Fin House in Chinatown for Roulette's birthday. The service is getting worse. The food is still ok but the service was terrible. The waiters refused to serve or clear our table and it took them an hour to come and take our order. I would've preferred Crystal Jade or Ling Nam for Chinese food. After dinner Ball Breaker and I headed to Manchuria for a few drinks. Nice place. The decor is subtle with opulent couches and cushions which are Asian influenced. It is hidden and tucked away in a side alley off Chinatown, much like Gin Palace. You would never guess the place existed even if you were standing in front of it. Mr S and Swing Sister came to join us for drinks. Then VB came along with D. They stayed for 5 minutes, had one drink and left. Swing Sister and Mr S went to Metro after Manchuria. Ball Breaker and I headed home. Metro was having a trance/ techno night. Not our scene. What a nice change to enjoy a relatively quiet weekend with a few drinks, a few friends and two early nights.

Heard from Ball Breaker that The Nurse is coming back from UK in March for two weeks. How nice. She'll be back in time for my birthday! Cant wait to see her. I kinda miss her for some reason. She was good fun to hang with.

Spoke to Miss 3. She's arriving on Xmas Eve, two days before Princess Model. My guess is she'll be kidnapped to stay with VB for the two days, if not for the whole trip! Miss 3 insists that she's gonna stay at Princess Model's but we shall see how it turns out. Princess Model has another friend J, coming from Sydney in the same week. The next couple of weeks is gonna be busy, busy, busy.

Plastic emailed everyone yesterday and suggested we all meet up for drinks this week before Xmas. Everyone was happy to catch up on Wednesday at Cookie Bar and Plastic said he could make it but has an appointment at 7pm. This works out to our advantage I guess. We will only have to deal with him for half an hour max and he'll have to go. Then this morning, I get an email from him saying he cant make it at all on Wednesday and he didnt have the decency to email everyone else to tell them this. The rest of us will probably still meet up with or without Plastic as usual.

The cars in the communal garage in my building have been broken into recently and one of the cars broken into, had their remote control stolen. As a result, the body corporate has taken the liberty to have all remote controls reconfigured so the nasty thief will not be able to get in or out with the stolen remote control. As many of you know, Bob is my neighbour and seeing that he's overseas at the moment, I thought I would call him to let him know what's happened and to find out if I can get his two remote controls reconfigured for him before he gets back. If not, he wont be able to get his car out of the garage when he returns. So, I ring him and he tells me not to worry about it and he'll deal with it when he comes back. The idiot has taken both his remote controls with him overseas. What the? Why the hell would you pack your garage remote controls with you on an overseas trip? I understand if he had driven his car to the airport and will be driving back from the airport. But no, his car is in the garage! This is the dumbest thing I've ever heard. For the life of me, I will never understand Bob and the things that run through his mind!