Sunday, May 30, 2010
Friday, May 28, 2010
number 308 deed poll
last night i was asked:
'banana, how much would it cost to change your last name to banana, so your name would be...ana banana?'
i was like,
'well i kind of like my last name, but i could totally dump my middle name...'
'oh yeh for how much?'
'hmm, how much to you reckon it would take for me to change it from GAE to BANANA??'
'BAAAAA, i didn't know your middle name was gae..'
'yep...so i would do it for 50 bucks...ana banana ifould is way more fun.'
so the night began...
benedict wanted to change her name to benedict benedict brink - cool right. benny would be benny spenny peter mcready - good ring to that one...angus mangus..and so they all went...i was actually told that my name would be way better if it was analiese MUT ifould...um, hello, i have no idea where that one was coming from.
thursday nights are back.
'banana, how much would it cost to change your last name to banana, so your name would be...ana banana?'
i was like,
'well i kind of like my last name, but i could totally dump my middle name...'
'oh yeh for how much?'
'hmm, how much to you reckon it would take for me to change it from GAE to BANANA??'
'BAAAAA, i didn't know your middle name was gae..'
'yep...so i would do it for 50 bucks...ana banana ifould is way more fun.'
so the night began...
benedict wanted to change her name to benedict benedict brink - cool right. benny would be benny spenny peter mcready - good ring to that one...angus mangus..and so they all went...i was actually told that my name would be way better if it was analiese MUT ifould...um, hello, i have no idea where that one was coming from.
thursday nights are back.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
number 308 someone put something special in my cookie
***clearly californian fortune cookies are way better
number 307 3
a long time ago, i went to spain. i slept in the car, picked apples off a tree, saw jeff koons puppy for the first time in bilbao whilst wearing a oeuf tshirt. and someone played me this song...
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Friday, May 21, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
number 304 taxi
i like to go to the airport by myself in a taxi. it feels way more liberating and you don't have to say good bye as if it's the last even if you are flying to brisbane and back in 2 hours. usually the taxi driver never talks and you are good to start that play list on repeat.
i needed to drop some keys off so someone could shut my windows while i was away. one quick phone call..
'zawads, you home?'
'ifould, yes. what you doing?'
'i talked to rose, i just need to drop some keys off, i'm going today, is that cool?'
'yep i'm here'
...
'was that your husband?'
'ha, no, that was not my husband'
'why was that not your husband?'
'because he is my best friends husband?'
'oh, you don't want him to be your husband?'
'no, i don't want him to be my husband, and i just need to drop something off before we go to the airport'
ok, dispersed the husband talk, and was well on the way, 2 songs into my play list and the conversation starts up again.
'nice weather'
'yes, it's nice'...trying to shut it down so i could go back to love will tear us apart
'where are you going?'
'california'
'oh wow. are you from california?'
'no, i'm from sydney'
'how long have you lived in sydney'
ok, so the playlist was not going to happen. and i embarked on this conversation.
'why you going to california?'
'oh i'm going for a wedding.'
'you are getting married?'
'no, a friend of mine is.'
'you going to marry this man?'
'no my friend is marrying the groom not me...'
'is she more pretty than you?'
'um, (baa haaa), yes, she was way more pretty than me.'
'oh, that is lucky, you sure?'
'yes i am sure she is more pretty than me'
'because the husband want to sleep with you?'
'no he doesn't want to sleep with me he wants to sleep with tulia!'
'oh, that is lucky she is more pretty than you, because on the wedding if you more pretty than her, he will look at you'
...
so that conversation went on more, with the end being me paying the fare, and his parting words being something along the lines of more husband wife stuff...then, as i turned around to wheel my bag away, he slapped me on the ass and said 'husband have could have 2 wives.'
i should have stuck to the playlist...
i needed to drop some keys off so someone could shut my windows while i was away. one quick phone call..
'zawads, you home?'
'ifould, yes. what you doing?'
'i talked to rose, i just need to drop some keys off, i'm going today, is that cool?'
'yep i'm here'
...
'was that your husband?'
'ha, no, that was not my husband'
'why was that not your husband?'
'because he is my best friends husband?'
'oh, you don't want him to be your husband?'
'no, i don't want him to be my husband, and i just need to drop something off before we go to the airport'
ok, dispersed the husband talk, and was well on the way, 2 songs into my play list and the conversation starts up again.
'nice weather'
'yes, it's nice'...trying to shut it down so i could go back to love will tear us apart
'where are you going?'
'california'
'oh wow. are you from california?'
'no, i'm from sydney'
'how long have you lived in sydney'
ok, so the playlist was not going to happen. and i embarked on this conversation.
'why you going to california?'
'oh i'm going for a wedding.'
'you are getting married?'
'no, a friend of mine is.'
'you going to marry this man?'
'no my friend is marrying the groom not me...'
'is she more pretty than you?'
'um, (baa haaa), yes, she was way more pretty than me.'
'oh, that is lucky, you sure?'
'yes i am sure she is more pretty than me'
'because the husband want to sleep with you?'
'no he doesn't want to sleep with me he wants to sleep with tulia!'
'oh, that is lucky she is more pretty than you, because on the wedding if you more pretty than her, he will look at you'
...
so that conversation went on more, with the end being me paying the fare, and his parting words being something along the lines of more husband wife stuff...then, as i turned around to wheel my bag away, he slapped me on the ass and said 'husband have could have 2 wives.'
i should have stuck to the playlist...
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
number 303 i may or may not
have been woken up this morning to go on a 'hike' led by the cobra snake. rattle snakes and all...
***pretty funny hike los angeles 05 19 10
***pretty funny hike los angeles 05 19 10
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
number 301 ladies with sticks
there is something to be said for a lady with a stick...
there is also something to be said for agreeing to go in a gondola up a crazy mountain when you hate heights, have had no sleep, had gastro, and there is a spinning floor. for some reason, the agreeable in me agreed to do it. up the mountain we went, me pretending that the best place to look was the rotating floor, whilst trying to block the thoughts of the cables on the carriage snapping and me plunging to my death with a bunch of strangers and a lady with a big stick.
we made it. decided that a small hike down the back track of the snow capped mountain as davie crocker and pocahontas would be a good distraction whilst waiting to go straight back down that mountain. neither of us listened to the brides advice from last night that it would be cold up on that mountain, we needed those cardigans. as we entered the waiting area, to venture back down the mountain via gondola - we were approached by a lady with her stick.
'thank you for educating my 6 year old'??? in a stern audible whisper the lady with the stick delivered.
what???? pocohontas and davie looked at each other...oh, i get it. maybe pocohontas had forgotten that the locals weren't used to such short skirts with possibly not enough coverage. damn did she want to get us with that stick. i was scared, and we had 10 minutes in a very small confined space with this woman and her now 'educated' 6 year old.
rapidly we were ushered back into the gondola, making sure to stand as far away from sticky as possible.
that mountain had some crazy stuff going on, beyond angry stick lady - 2 ladies in white turbans, dancing on the spot in the gondola to the back ground music and a woman in a red polka dot bikini waiting to go back up the mountain as we were exiting. wait until stick lady encountered the polka dots...
***mountain lions, stick ladies and white turbans palm springs 2010
there is also something to be said for agreeing to go in a gondola up a crazy mountain when you hate heights, have had no sleep, had gastro, and there is a spinning floor. for some reason, the agreeable in me agreed to do it. up the mountain we went, me pretending that the best place to look was the rotating floor, whilst trying to block the thoughts of the cables on the carriage snapping and me plunging to my death with a bunch of strangers and a lady with a big stick.
we made it. decided that a small hike down the back track of the snow capped mountain as davie crocker and pocahontas would be a good distraction whilst waiting to go straight back down that mountain. neither of us listened to the brides advice from last night that it would be cold up on that mountain, we needed those cardigans. as we entered the waiting area, to venture back down the mountain via gondola - we were approached by a lady with her stick.
'thank you for educating my 6 year old'??? in a stern audible whisper the lady with the stick delivered.
what???? pocohontas and davie looked at each other...oh, i get it. maybe pocohontas had forgotten that the locals weren't used to such short skirts with possibly not enough coverage. damn did she want to get us with that stick. i was scared, and we had 10 minutes in a very small confined space with this woman and her now 'educated' 6 year old.
rapidly we were ushered back into the gondola, making sure to stand as far away from sticky as possible.
that mountain had some crazy stuff going on, beyond angry stick lady - 2 ladies in white turbans, dancing on the spot in the gondola to the back ground music and a woman in a red polka dot bikini waiting to go back up the mountain as we were exiting. wait until stick lady encountered the polka dots...
***mountain lions, stick ladies and white turbans palm springs 2010
Monday, May 17, 2010
number 300 killer
i made a speech. i thought i was not going to make the wedding because of some bad mexican i ate. tulia's dad bound us all together in some amazing tradition. the baby kicked during the i do's, and you guys know how to do things so right. all dan and i kept saying was, 'is she not the hottest bride you have ever ever seen in your entire life.!!??'
wedding wedding wedding...
***palm springs 2010 t & n seal the deal
wedding wedding wedding...
***palm springs 2010 t & n seal the deal
Saturday, May 15, 2010
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