Hello loves,
I’ve set up over at tumblr:
http://mikeechohotel.tumblr.com/
I don’t know what to do with this site, since I’ve been writing here since 05 I think maybe I should print it off or something before I delete?
Hmm, anyway hope to see you at the new place xx
You know when you’re a kid or teenager and the only “obligation” social events you had to go to were family related?
Being grown now it seems like half of my “social events” are obligations relating to friends.
There are hens nights, christenings, BBQ’s, birthday parties, after work drinks and dinners. And I like the people that are having these, yet most Saturday nights I find myself putting “fancy” clothes on (i.e. not my pyjamas) and dragging myself out somewhere to do something when I’d prefer to be at home, or catching a movie, or catching up with the people I’d like to catch up with when it’s convenient for both of us.
Maybe it’s because I don’t host stuff, maybe it’s because I’m a hermit and find socialising exhausting but this time of year is jam packed full of stuff and all I want to do is have a Saturday night at home watching Law & Order: SVU.
Work is grossly busy at the moment, we’re closing down our head office and moving everyone to other offices. It’s been a while since I’ve spent hours in a server room and crawled under desks plugging in phones but I’ve been doing that a lot. Carpet burns on knees are not sexy.
My summer of drunk plans are coming along swimmingly, one day a week involves vodka and it is good and I am enjoying it immensely. I’m also enjoying spending more time with Beth to be honest, it’s been years and years since we’ve just hung out and got sloshed and I really really enjoy it.
I’m thinking that I’ll close up this place soon, maybe move to tumblr and have something in my own name. I’ve been blogging for years and I’ve (touch wood) been very lucky that friend/family discovery of this place has been minimal.
I was thinking of giving Beth the web address for this page and opening it up, but I couldn’t tell if things I write or wrote about would offend her or other friends and I think that’s probably an indication that I would offend them.
I don’t want that, I don’t subscribe to that blogging philosophy of I’m just writing my feelings and if you’re offended by it suck it up. I care very much about hurting people I know by things I’ve said or wrote.
Besides I’m very fucking boring, my posts bore me and I’m sure they bore you too.
So yes, I’m signing out, if I set something up somewhere else I’ll write about it here.
Otherwise, thanks for all the fish my loves.
Another Australian footballer has been charged with assaulting his partner. For the second time
I especially like how he did exactly the same thing last season when his team didn’t make the finals. Except his partner was pregnant that time.
Charming man.
It doesn’t seem to matter which football code it is it’s a rare month when a player isn’t involved in a scandal relating to sex or violence.
Let me just say this upfront and whole heartedly – these men are disgusting excuses for human beings, their attitudes and behaviour is abhorrent.
With that said these men are trained, supported and encouraged to be aggressive, violent, physically strong and full of testosterone on the field by families, friends, team-mates, sporting clubs and coaches.
And people are surprised when they act like this off the field?
Colour me fucking stunned.
If you create an animal, hell, you reward him for this type of behaviour what do you expect?
The thing that fucks me off is that Australia is never going to change their attitude towards footballers, they’ll never stop creating these men.
There are simply too many supporters who are willing to excuse disgusting behaviour off the field of the players provide results on the field. It’s the “boys will be boys” excuses followers give, the “she was asking for it” attitude when it’s a sexual scandal.
I’m not even going to start on the men themselves, I don’t have enough swear words to go there.
Sorry for the rant, I’m just disgusted at yet another one of these stories and even more furious that there’ll be another story next week/month.
While singing Oasis in the shower tonight I remembered an argument I had with my sister eons ago.
(There’s a common thread here, promise I don’t think of my sister when I shower.)
(I just vommed a little.)
So there’s a line in the Oasis song Morning Glory “all your dreams are made, when you’re chained to your mirror and your razor blade.”
I was in my early teens I think and I patiently explained to Sabine that the line was about shaving, that the Gallagher’s were simply complaining about shaving every day.
She tried to explain to me that it was actually about drugs but I was not having it.
Not those nice Gallagher boys.
(I was an idiot, obviously.)
Sad face.
The GPS tracker attached to him hasn’t transmitted anything since Friday and they think it either fell of (the story we’ll tell kids) or he got eaten (likely.)
I hate to be a complete shithead about this but this penguin is an idiot and the fact that he survived the original journey is a miracle against natural selection.
Homeboy was rescued with 15 kilo’s of sand and twigs in his stomach, they think he mistook sand for snow.
I can understand mistaking sand for snow the first time lil’ Happy Feet tried to eat some. But 15 kilos of it?
Idiot penguin.
(With that said I’m still hoping he might be still be swimming his way home and the transmitter did actually fall off.)
(Shut up.)
I don’t say this very often but this week I’ve very much enjoyed my job. I wasn’t stressed, I left at a reasonable time, I did some interesting new work stuff. It’s been a good week and I’ve needed it after the rough past year or so here.
I had a horrifying thought last night. Beth and DJ are talking about trying for a baby in a year’s time. This means that this summer is likely to be our last before there are pregnancy and little people (not midgets) running around.
I called Beth and she almost choked (can you tell she’s excited!) So this summer is our hurrah, and we plan to make the most of it. And by most of it I mean be drunk from pretty much October until March.
It’s going to be awesome.
I went to my first roller derby bout last weekend and it was pretty much the coolest thing I’ve seen. It was the finals so it was fast and feisty. I don’t whether I got seeing an ice hockey game stuck in my head but I expected to see more blood and broken bones. Possibly I’m just a little blood thirsty.
I also drank a few too many canned vodka drinks (mmmm, tastes classy) so I had a great time.
My roller derby name has been decided – I’m Eve of Destruction, accurate and fiercesome!
I bought this dress for a friend’s wedding in November. I’m getting it shortened to just below my knees and I got it in black. I realised I may look a little like a fat frilled neck lizard, but I am okay with that, you know my thoughts on a ruffled neck dress.
Beth and I will be sitting by ourselves as the rest of the kids are either the ones getting married or in the bridal party. We have decided to be the drunk girls, it’s only apt during our Summer of Lush. We have only set ourselves one rule: Do not fall over. There is nothing more pathetic than a drunk girl in a frock falling over.
I never check the stats on this page, I probably should but I’m lazy. But I checked for the first time in a couple of years today and boy howdy, there are some people reading that surprises me.
It’s always a surprise to find people reading who you used to get naked with, and purport to hate you. So hello man-who-hates-me!
I have a quiet day planned for tomorrow, the last few weekend’s have been pretty hectic and I am looking forwarding to watching some True Blood (I am slightly obsessed with Eric, and wish Bill would die – does anyone actually like him?) sleeping in and hanging out with Poppalopagus (Poppy) on the couch. I may even stretch myself and have an afternoon nap, good times.
I had a bogan-tastic weekend.
My Dad’s family are mainly located in large country town about 2 (or 3 the way I drive) hours outside of Sydney.
They are football watching, beer and Bundy (Bundaberg Rum) drinking dudes and I like them a lot.
So Friday I left work early, bought a 4 pack of Red Bull and threw Poppy in the car to drive down for my cousins birthday party.
Poppy is surprisingly good when it comes to road trips, she takes about 15 minutes to settle down and then she either curls up on the passenger seat or wanders around the car peering out the window.
She is almost as good roadtrip buddy as the BeardedMan but she tends to yowl when I’m singing particularly loudly to the roadtrip playlist. (BeardedMan does not yowl when I sing so comes out ahead.)
I arrived at my Gram’s house, get dressed and head to the RSL for the shindig. I am a big fan of an RSL mainly for their ridiculously cheap drink prices.
I had, no exaggeration, a bajillion vodka’s and bought rounds and I spent $60. $60! That will barely get you a bottle of wine in Sydney. Bargain!
My cousin plays in a band and they played on the night, they played nothing but rock covers. I don’t mind me some live band action, especially when I have had a bajillion vodka’s.
Oh, I was more dancer than man. It was beautiful and terrible all at the same time.
I set a great example for my 3 nieces and I perved on the multiple (multiple!) chubby bearded nerds there. A local country RSL must be a chubby bearded magnet and it pains me to admit but I may have to troll for nerd at more RSL clubs.
I switched to Midori Illusions about midnight and stumbled home to my grandmothers house a couple of hours later. And bless her, Doreen was still awake and I had to have that conversation where I was trying to act sober as the vodka seeped out of my pores. She ended up telling me I looked a little “peaky” and I should go to bed, she actually did the air quotes when she said peaky, cheeky bugger.
I had a very quiet night last night after buying my Dad a bicycle for fathers day next weekend. I am well chuffed by the idea of my father hooning around town on a pushbike.
Then chucked the Popster in the car and toddled on home. Poppy is exhausted and has slept all afternoon. Sabine’s cat lives with Grams now and she hates Poppy with a burning fiery feline passion so Poppy slept with one eye open all weekend.
Since it’s pasta Sunday I’m going to go cook me a big bowl of fuck off pasta and curl up on the lounge.
I hope anyone reading from the US east coast is safe, Irene is a cranky lady.
What did you guys do this weekend?
I don’t do nostalgia, since I figure it’s far too self-indulgent to do when you’re only 30.
But today I’m feeling nostalgic.
I’m pretty much right where I wanted to be, sure there’s a little more soul-less corporate whoredom than I thought, but generally I’m in a good place. Great friends, great family, good job, great apartment, great hair etc.
I was reading John’s site today. You probably know or share of my feelings towards poetry as a general rule, but John? Is so fucking talented and writes in a way that makes me feel things deep down in my cold heart.
Then I also discovered Stella’s new blog. Stella is pretty much the coolest girl you know but is warm and lovely and isn’t a complete bitch like cool girls normally are. Oh and she has the best eyebrows of anyone I’ve ever met.
These two kids are probably not aware that they represent a very awesome time in my life and I will always have ridiculously fond memories of them and then.
It was before Adam got boring, before I got boring, when I was living with Beth and her boyfriend in Annandale before her boyfriend turned into a massive hard-on. I was making out with SleepoverBoy, working in my first technical role, before I got glandular fever and I had a great year or so.
I drank a lot, I spent many nights at John’s terrace in Camperdown with his ratbag bunch of friends who were rioteously funny in the best and offensive way. The soundtrack then was Billy Joel (John was obsessed.) Whoever had money that week bought the beer, we went to the jazz/opera/whatever in the Domain festivals, I caught the nightbus home a few times dangerously drunk.
I went to a house party at John’s new place where there was Jagermeister punch that made me throw up black the next day. I wore an awesome black velvet blazer that I still wish I had. Stella was there and I walked into the living room at one point to her and Sabine singing to Love is a Battlefield that they’d forced a stranger to download and play. I think it was John’s birthday so he’d no doubt had absinthe (he’d only drink absinthe on his birthdays because he invariably ended up having a conversation with a wall at 5:00 a.m. so liked to meter it out responsibly) and I think, I think I met someone I went to school with. I woke up next to SleepoverBoy the next morning after apparently getting back together the previous night after too much of the punch. I demanded Stella drive me, and my friends home afterwards despite only meeting her that night.
Now Stella is living in Greece, John is a director and playwright living in London. And I missed catching up with John while he was over here recently directly a play and I feel like an arsehole and I work too hard now and I have a mortgage and my friends are having babies and now when we catch up for drinks they’re at each other’s tastefully beige decorated apartments and there’s good bottles of wine and gourmet sausages for the BBQ and no jagermeister punch or Canadian Club or Oporto’s runs and I got fat and old and boring.
Huh.
Well that was quite therapeutic.
I think maybe I just need to start drinking again.
God you guys are awesome, thanks for all of the comments on the last post.
Since I know you’re all dying to find out my stance on the questions I asked, without further ado:
1. Sleeping with socks on – Yes or No.
There were 5 votes for wearing socks while sleeping is wrong and 3 for right (if it’s cold enough etc.)
This is actually a long running argument I have with both Beth and Meg. Both are physically incapable of sleeping if they’re wearing socks and when I used to live with Beth or when we’re away and sharing a room she has threatened to sneak in while I sleep and take my socks off. Even though we’ve been friends for 15 years I can’t guarantee that she wouldn’t do it.
Apparently Beth’s mother used to tell her that her feet would fall off if she wore socks to sleep in. Beth has many quirks, this is one.
I enjoy sleeping in socks when it’s cold, mainly because I am too lazy to have a top sheet and can often find my feet poking out of my quilt threatening my toes with hypothermia.
2. Girls shouldn’t use the c-word.
This one surprised me a little, more people than not weren’t big fans of the word generally regardless of who it came from.
I obviously have a bit of a foul mouth, but the c-bomb is my special occasion curse. If I use it you know I am not in any way shape or form happy.
3. A girl drinking beer is attractive/unattractive.
Bless you lushes, the majority of you thought girls drinking beer was attractive. In fact a few believed it made them hella attractive, of course one of these shared my genes. The antilogy blood is half alcohol after all.
I used to make out with a boy who thought the girls drinking beer was horrendous. He was great in the sack though so I ignored that…
4. Modern girls taking on their husbands surname when they marry – agree/disagree.
This is a discussion I had with DJ quite a bit before he and Beth got married. Beth chose to keep her surname and DJ wasn’t so pleased with that idea at first. It’s also a conversation I’ve had with a couple of my guy friends. I understand women who take their husbands name, completely understand it and have no issue with women who do.
In my case though Sabine and I are the last Antilogy girls in the family, when/if we get married and if we took our husbands name there’d be no more Antilogy’s. And I just hate the idea of that happening. One of the biggest points that the boys would make is that it’s their name, their background and heritage and they feel almost duty bound to pass that on. Yet it’s exactly the same for me, I’m an Antilogy, my parents and my grandparents and my relatives and my sense of family is pretty strong, the idea of not carrying on that name makes me ridiculously sad.
Most of you were also pretty much in the middle too.
5. Vegemite. Right or wrong?
You guys are more wrong than right, 5 vegemite fans to 3 non-fans.
I am not a Vegemite fan, at all. It’s a YEAST EXTRACT SPREAD. WHAT IS THAT?!?!
6. Lights on or off during adult time.
I have a friend, I’ve seen her breasts more than her boyfriend has. It makes me sad, she has great tata’s and they should be shared!
I am a strong supporter of lights on, you guys not so much. Prudes.
7. I am awesome – Yes or Yes
This was actually a trick question since it’s not a question at all, just a statement of fact.
All of you got it right though.
Except for my sister Sabine who declined to answer this one, she is in a while world of pain come Christmas time when I see her next….