Nearly the end of the 2nd week of my 4week holiday, im bored... boredboredboredbored. seriously i would rather have had one week off and gone back straight away, nevermind, ill have another 2weeks to be miserable and bored at home.
I have had a couple of things to do this week though, this weekend is my dads big 50th birthday party, yeah it should be awsome, i have one problem, its a cocktail party, which means..... i have to wear.... (gulp) a dress!!! uh huh i know, scary stuff huh.
So the other day i went into town with a friend steph who is doing the degree with me and i thought well shit i'm here and it has to be done so i guess ill go shopping for a dress, now to all those that are thinking "why the hell is she putting a blog entry in about dress shopping??" its not because i like shopping, and its not even because i am that bored that i will write about anything, its because i DO NOT wear dresses, they are stupid stupid things. anyway, where was i....
oh yeah, so i had to go around trying on stupid dresses, steph kept picking out things with frills and even (shudder) pink... but i found one, its black, and isnt frilly.. anyway the horrors dont end there, steph being the girly girl that she is, and is somewhat of an expert on dressing up (she wore heels when we took the kids to go see cars) then tells me that we have to go and buy some shoes.... i believe she uttered the words strappy and high... i was feeling a little dizzy by this stage and had to sit down, but she was relentless and told me i could sit down when i was trying on shoes.
Sooooo off the the shoestore we go, the first thing she brought me had sparkly things on them... the 2nd one had, yep you guessed it pink, the third looked like they would be better suited as a deadly weapon and i knew that if i wore them the only person they were going to be deadly for was me... right... stop....i then have to explain to my petite blonde friend that while i know that her idea of a cocktail party involves intelligent conversation, sophistocated entertainment, and pretty frilly little drinks, this was my father, and the only reason it was a dressy cocktail party is because my step mother is desparate to see my dad in something that isnt full of holes or covered in dirt, (he didnt even wear a tie or button his shirt properly for their wedding) and there will be a very noisy live band, and enough rum to justify our family having shares in coruba and bacardi, i had to explain to her that it was on his property at the beach out the heads and that i would actually have to go outside and move around in these "shoes" she was pushing on me, so we found a pair of black heels that im willing to put money on being taken off before 10pm.
so yeah, thats about as exciting as my week has been, however i am sure i will have some good stories to tell after saturday