An enjoyable weekend

This weekend was quite busy. Quite frantic. I don't like it like this so much. Shabbat wasn't as do nothing as it usually is. There was a lot of walking and moving around.

Friday night
Went to this dinner at central. The ex chief of Mossad spoke. He was so switched on, so smart. He had that type of dry humour that I just love. The kind when someone asks you a dumb question and the subtext of the response has "fuck off" ringing out from every inflection within the tone and content of the answer. Loved it.
I had to mind half a table at the dinner. A traumatic experience. I managed to get inside the room quite early, undressed to mind a couple of seats and then these nerds just plonk themselves down, directly across from me. The pressure was on. I told them I'm minding seats, but they have that 'get stuffed' nerd mentality of being at the bottom of the pile and needing to fight for their rights (I don't have anything against nerds, I really like them ask anyone how much I love nerds). They tell me "we'll see who gets here first." The bitchy nerd tells me that there are seven of them, I say sorry, need 6, at a table of 12, and I was there first.
Whatever..... in the end, I won. One of my crew was very late, I thought she wouldn't pitch. It could have been that embarrassing situation where you mind a seat and then the person never shows. The nerds kept asking me are you sure someone is coming, blah blah blah. I just said to them: "Well, why would I mind a seat for no one? You aren't that much of a nerd that I have a problem sitting next to you. "

In the end she came and I survived sans embarrassment.

Shabbat
I had to walk to my parents place in the freezing cold weather. Dumb me thought I would be ok in a flimsy cardigan. Blue toes later, I made it there ok. All my family was there for my Dad's 60th birthday. I got him the best present- the last 2 seasons of West Wing. You could actually see him salivate over it as he opened the packaging. He was like an excited little boy for the next few hours after that. I'm buying the best presents lately. It's like I know exactly what you need and I'm bang on the money.
I also played with my little cousins. Around 5 and 3. They are lots of fun. They wore me out. They totally liked me. I got "I want to sit next to Debbie" and at the end they didn't want to go, they wanted me to keep playing with them and they wanted me to babysit. Don't really do that babysitting thing so often anymore... but if they keep me entertained, I'm happy. Plus there was also automatic lap-on (code for sitting on lap, not some dance they do at dancers). You know the deal is closed when that happens.

Saturday night
Nic's birthday at the Beauchamp (pronounced Beach-Ump would you believe?).
Great night.
Lots of drinks.
A ban was lifted.
Met John Foreman. Greenfield saw him and said that this dude looks like John Foreman. So I tap him on the shoulder:

"You know, you look very much like John Fore.... and that's because you ARE John Foreman."

I told him about that whole Andrew G Palaver (it's getting real tired now, but it seems it just won't die). I told little Johnny (he is teeny) to tell Andrew G I'm sorry. I don't hate him that much. I don't even really know him to be honest- he is just too easy to take a stab at.
Funniest part was when I whisper to Jacqui "I have to stand up and see how this pans out" and I towered over the little shrimp. Fun night.


Sunday
Eb moved in. The family came with her to see she got off to a good start ok. It seemed things went well. I showed her how to be Kosher. I showed her the cool stuff at Franklins. It looks like things are going to be mighty fun and I will be saving heaps on my phone bill.
Also went out again for my Dad's birthday.... with exactly the same people who were at us on Shabbat lunch. I had a steak. I like meat. There was a crazy bar mitzvah next door. The kids were making a ruckus. I let them know my disappointment at their behaviour. Not worth the story however.

Oh- and David...it's back on. Seems the waiter who used to be at Red Tomato keeps popping up all over the kosher restaurants in town. He now works at Eliza's. He's like Abba's homo doppelganger. Look at those glasses! TG for mobile camera phones.


And this morning
I was sent a little link- these cute little animations. Great backing tracks.
The best part was realising I'm watching streets of Israel. Cute little movies.
He has other shizz too. Check them out.

Tying up some loose ends

Well, I finally got my new ring from that dude.
Best of a bad bunch methinks. Still pretty foul, but better than what was.

It's chunk.

More films
Last night I went to see an Inconvenient Truth. Although I had free tix to see World Trade Centre. There was no way I was seeing that crap. So I researched what else was on at the same time, redeemed my tickets and just went to see Al Gore. It was good. A little shock to the system. I'm already changing how I emit my noxious materials.

And while I was waiting for my tickets, who I was lucky enough to bump into? Mr Gunsberg himself. We all remember what hilarity happened a couple months back.
I was a bit tongue tied and when we looked at eachother directly there was a bit of awkwardness. I know he's seen the blog from the site metre. I don't think he remembered me, but I think he just felt "...and where do I know you from."
Me laughing at him probably didn't help matters.

I sent Eb a message. She told me I should dak him. As if I would pull his pants down! I'd get arrested.
Whatever. He saw The Devil Wears Prada. Why? Who knows.
One thing I do know- he uses the word propaganda-tastic. This is not a word Gunsberg.

Kini-Mania
Ever since I saw this leopard print kini in Cleo I have been obsessed with it. After a 4 day obsessive search I have finally located the last one in my size and have it in my posession. However, I feel that perhaps when I see a kini, I often want the body that goes with it... when I say "I want that" I'm totally sucked in by the model that's wearing it. The photos of bikinis with no one wearing them are always so boring.

See what I mean....

Why is it that the girl always gets the blame?

Last night, I signed my new lease for my apartment.
My flatmate signed it when we first moved in, and since he is moving out, it just transferred to me.

When we first moved in, we told the landlord we were going out. We were a couple. We just thought it would make things a little easier. She wouldn't think there were any wild parties happening and we would just appear more dependable. Not like we aren't, it would just be easier on her assumptions. We all know how middle aged jewish women let their minds run ahead of them (please God don't let me turn out like that....)

Now, my lovely flatmate has been able to buy a place. There is no question of whether I'm jealous or not. He is moving out, I'll miss all 30 minutes I spent with him each week and I know he and his partner will be very happy there.

The punchline- as I was signing the lease last night, the landlord says to me:
"I'm sorry things didn't work out between you and Simon. Let whatever bad energies that are in here, just let them go. Let them go. I'm sure it's hard that he is moving on, but you'll get through it."

Silly cow. She just assumes that he dumped me! Why is it that the girl gets the flak???
I didn't say anything on the contrary, because she has a habit of opening her mouth and not stopping. She already thinks I'm argumentative because I got upset when she wanted to raise the rent. Who wouldn't? It's not like we are totally moving out. It's pretty much the same tenancy.

I just asked her if I look unhappy. I actually feel pretty good these days, you know, the pre-Summer promise and all. She told me I didn't look too good, I actually look a little stressed.

I know I need a massage, but I still can't believe there was no actual dumping and automatically the dumpee was me!

Damn all you Sex and the City type images of women. I am not desperate, I am not dependent on a man and having a man in my life won't make me more of a person than I already am. Why oh why must people continue to act like Mrs Gladys Kravitz style morons?

Happy birthday Nics!

Today a few of us took Nic out for a surprise birthday breakfast.
Through some clever orchestration, we got her boss to tell her she had a seminar. She needed to arrive at 7.15 for the bloody thing. I can tell you, I'm still tired!
We were a bit worried (well, it was just me really) at first because she was working all weekend on some huge case and I thought she may bail on the "seminar" to do more work.
Not the case.
She made it to Glass. A nice swanky restaraunt in the Hilton.
She was a little bewildered asking what we were doing there. Ally informed her that we were the seminar, and you know, "surprise"!
Had an awesome breakfast. We sat in a booth, I love booths. I want my house to have a booth.

I look like I need at least 12 hours more sleep

And then the waiter, Lalith, brought a little cupcake with a candle. That was fun. When Nic blew out the candle, we all knew what she wished for. It really wasn't that hard...


All in all a good breakfast. Good start to a birthday.
Now she is working late tonight. I commented that if I was her boyfriend, I'd organise to come to her office tonight and bring a picnic dinner. If you're interested, you better get on the case. There isn't much time.

And on the koolanoo crap:
Count is on- 70 views of my profile, 2 comments on my picture, 3 emails, and 10 more requests to add to the network. Although I may have alienated everyone. I wrote "If I don't actually know you, I don't want you on my network". So this may be the end of the requests.
But a warning, there are even Grandmothers on that website...I hope she doesn't pick you up for date!

Could things get any worse? Jewish MySpace hits the town.

So, mySpace in my opinion, was over before it started.
The idea of kids getting on there, creating a popularity contest, causing a surge on excitement and enabling all the late majority and laggards to get on board.
It's already been referred to as "so 5 seconds ago". The same with podcasting. I knew that would never take off.

Now...there have been tonnes of niche social network sites created.
There is Livemansion which is a virtual community of people who are helping to create a movie called Live Mansion. People from the community will eventually star in it, write it, direct it, be tech crew in it. Sounds like the only people who will be seeing it will be the people involved and their friends. Not bad, already 700,000+ people are on it.

There's mog. The music network. This actually serves a purpose. I like it. Although I don't have much to write about anymore. And Tybees writes the best posts.

Now we have the Jewish myspace. koolanoo.com. Nice choice of name. It means "all of us" and in true jewish spirit there are some token asians on there.

So I wonder how long this will last? It will probably take off. I see what's going to happen- eventually it will just be a free JDate. Here is the end of that and all those other websites.

The ads are disgusting (here have low sound with that one, not really work safe, here), full of obvious sexual references. Thanks to the Israelis who made them. Always the same type of formula in their ads.

So, I've been a member on it for 1 hour. I already have 6 emails, 4 requests for friends and one random comment on my picture. Trust jews to be totally OCD.

There is even a little window for those who are "Koolanoo celebs". Basically in true mySpace style they are aiming to have the most 'friends' on their network. Pretty lame considering they will never contact more than 10 of those people.

Let's see how this little doozie goes.

The Ring!

Well, work has been a bitch. Haven't been able to write in a while.

However- I finally got my options to exchange that shitty jewellery from JCA.



I don't know why they've flipped on their sides like that. Can you guess which one I chose??

And in my phone news. I managed to borrow someone's snazzy Nokia 6230i. I'll be taking happy snaps all over the place.

Everything is shaping up nicely....