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Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Woah!

Pulled nine straight hours without a break yesterday and barely noticed the time passing. I realise that this is normal operating procedure for some people and nothing especially remarkable. But still, it really highlights the difference between my work-brain-now and my work-brain-then.

Meagie – The Tour

Now that the cat is officially out of the bag, I’m free to mention that, through the conspiratorial offices of Linda and Fiona, we’re flying Meagan up to stay with us for a month! Highlights of her tour will be: marvelling at how little renovation has been done since she was here at Christmas, catching up on all the trashy TV we’ve been watching, and, of course, the 2005 Eurovision Party.

This year it looks like it will be bigger than ever, with guests from all over the country (i.e. Meags in Tassie and Emma in Buladelah), vaguely-birthday-related cakes (thanks to Jo) and, of course, the costumes. The hideous, hideous costumes. The goal is to dress up ‘Eurovision style’, which is to say, with an abundance of flair and complete want of taste. I believe my Big Hair/70’s Sunglasses/Lycra Bike Shorts power combo of a few years ago set the standard in sartorial glory or horror, as you will.

It has to be done, you understand. And no, it doesn’t matter much that Eurovision was on last Sunday night and nearly everybody already knows who won. That’s not the point.

Bad cousin

Two of my cousins have just moved to Canberra to work. Jen's a curator at the National Museum, and Elizabeth's...um, something to do with the Australian Institute of Sport, I think. But how slack am I? I haven't even seen or spoken to either of them yet. Meanwhile Gaz has been visiting heaps and even helped them find a house!

I have to do something fast, before I get official Bad Cousin accreditation...

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	Tuesday, May 24, 2005 Woah! Pulled nine straight hours without a break yesterday and barely noticed the time passing. I realise that this is normal operating procedure for some people and nothing especially remarkable. But still, it really highlights the difference between my work-brain-now and my work-brain-then. Meagie – The Tour Now that the cat is officially out of the bag, I’m free to mention that, through the conspiratorial offices of Linda and Fiona, we’re flying Meagan up to stay with us for a month! Highlights of her tour will be: marvelling at how little renovation has been done since she was here at Christmas, catching up on all the trashy TV we’ve been watching, and, of course, the 2005 Eurovision Party. This year it looks like it will be bigger than ever, with guests from all over the country (i.e. Meags in Tassie and Emma in Buladelah), vaguely-birthday-related cakes (thanks to Jo) and, of course, the costumes. The hideous, hideous costumes. The goal is to dress up ‘Eurovision style’, which is to say, with an abundance of flair and complete want of taste. I believe my Big Hair/70’s Sunglasses/Lycra Bike Shorts power combo of a few years ago set the standard in sartorial glory or horror, as you will. It has to be done, you understand. And no, it doesn’t matter much that Eurovision was on last Sunday night and nearly everybody already knows who won. That’s not the point. Bad cousin Two of my cousins have just moved to Canberra to work. Jen's a curator at the National Museum, and Elizabeth's...um, something to do with the Australian Institute of Sport, I think. But how slack am I? I haven't even seen or spoken to either of them yet. Meanwhile Gaz has been visiting heaps and even helped them find a house! I have to do something fast, before I get official Bad Cousin accreditation... 0 smartarse remarks Post a Comment 0 Comments:

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