I am curled up in bed after what has been an exhausting day. It was at the very least somewhat eventful. I’m sure it will be memorable. But one thing it was lacking was a nap. Hence the being curled up in bed at 9pm.
I was quite impressed with being able to write a coherent blog on Friday night after coming home sloshed. Unfortunately my plans to wake up early and go into work for 3 hours or so failed to eventuate, leaving me snuggling up in my doona at 10:30am while Chris bounced on my bed trying to wake me up. It is very hard to sleep in such a manner.
A quick trip to the shops to pick up some stuff and for Chris to get a haircut and then we were off to the beach. But Brisbane doesn’t have a beach it is inland I hear you say. But Ah-ha! It does. In Southbank there exists a man-made beach. Which equates more to a pool with sand. It was actually quite lame but I still enjoyed the swimming around in 1m deep water.
Still in my wet tankini we went to see “Burn After Reading” in cinema 5. The ex IMAX screen. *drool* although the movie was kinda crappy and not very funny it had a good ending and Mr Jamison as the head CIA dude, he was even sort of the same character to a degree.
Afterwards I was finacially raped by the carpark, $30 for 5 hours, so in a really bad mood I rushed home to change and dashed off to Fasta Pasta to meet up with a goregous guy and we went bowling. He is a professional bowler, and even though he hadn’t bowled in a year he still kicked both me and Chris’s collective arses. What I had hoped to be an early night dragged on to 1am-ish when Chris convinced us to go to maccas. Behind us was a drunken barely legal girl who said quite loudly “I want a fucking pounder!” which we all found hilarious.
A bare 7 hours sleep later and I’m driving out to Ipswich (the Dapto of Brisbane) to go…. skydiving… I pull up into a dirt road with a shack at the end, and I look over to Chris with a deadly serious face and say “Fuck! we are going to die.” The guy that they strapped me to was freaking hot as. Not the type that I would go for but still worth a perv. As we went out to the plane I saw the duct tape on the door frame and turned to Chris and said “Yep! we are so going to die”. The plane took off and started climbing and climbing with me just sitting there panicking more and more. Then the guy opened the door. And I started yelling “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh God! Oh God!” Then I was sitting outside the plane yellin “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh God! Oh God!” then as I had no control over when we jumped, he pushed me out and started doing sommersaults all the while I am screaming at the top of my lungs “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh God! Oh God!”. After a minute of freefall and my face looking like a pair of baggy pants in the wind, he pulled the shute and I had a chance to take a breath. I let off a humungous *sigh* but it wasn’t over. Then the guy started doing spins with the parachute around and around and I started to get dizzy. The ground started to get closer and I thought of the paragraphs in Hitch hiker’s guide to the galaxy describing the thoughts of the whale that popped into existence and then plummeted to Magrathea. After we landed on our bums, The guy pointed out blood pouring down my leg. I figure I nicked myself on the plane on the way out but it was really gushing for a while. Eventually it turned into a huge bruise later on in the day so I have a war wound to remember my one and only jump. Never again!
After we were safely on the ground we went and filled up on pancakes, as we missed breakfast. Not a good idea to eat before such a venture. And then we were off to the Gold Coast. I was envious of Chris being able to nap while I had to drive for over an hour and a half. When we got there it was too late for a day at seaworld *sigh* and so we went to see if you could watch the indy. I was so close though I could hear the cars roaring past. The whole area was fenced off, and tickets to get in were over $100 and as we would only be there for an hour or so we skipped the idea and went to the beach instead.
A real beach with actual waves and stuff and tis good. yeah yeah. There were so many surf life savers If I had of got into trouble they would’ve been fighting over who was to save me while I drowned. It was good though, just what I needed.
Over an hour driving later and we were home checking out the dvds. Dinner at sizzler and I discovered I don’t like ribs. Never had them before I thought I would try. I guess they shouldn’t have slaughted that half a pig just for me. Now I am so tired I think I will just sleeeeep.
