Short Weekends really aren’t any fun.
The Summer of Muggaz appears to be over.
Some of you may or may not be aware, that over the last 2 months I have been taking my annual leave from work on Mondays and Fridays – creating more holiday time than work time over the summer, and still getting paid for it. I have to tell you, it was a masterstroke of genius. Every Thursday and Sunday night I could take solace in the fact that I wouldn’t have to get up the next morning.
The Summer of fun was supposed to continue next week… I was supposed to have the whole week of to go to my friend Nick’s house in Queensclif, but we have had a couple of resignation’s here, and I am not being arrogant here, but the place would fall apart if I left for a week at this point in time.
My boss took me into the boardroom last week and she said “you want the good news or bad news first?”
Of course I wanted the bad news… this is when she told me that I couldn’t take my leave. I don’t really mind staying anyway, I will save money, and earn uber brownie points with the boss.
The good news she relayed to me was the fact that I got a promotion and a pay rise… the two sweetest words in the English dictionary, De-Fault… hehe.
So its Monday morning now, and it kind of sucks being here. I can’t believe how quick the weekend passed me by. I suppose that always happens when you are having fun!!!
We went to the pub on Friday evening after work to ‘celebrate’ Dawns leaving. I am so happy for her. Dawn was one of the most beautiful and genuine people I have ever met in my whole life. She epitomises glamour and the girl next door all at once. She left because she wanted to become a school teacher. I have so much respect for her. School Teachers don’t get half as much credit as they deserve, and I know Dawn will be a fantastic teacher. It isn’t such a big deal, because she is studying at the University just up the road – we can still meet for coffee and lunch.
I was rather intoxicated by 8.30pm. Why wouldn’t you be if you didn’t have to pay for beer? That is one great thing about my company, never pay for alcohol on a Friday night.
This was bad news though… I was in no state to drive anywhere when I got home, and we had kind of planned on going out for Dave’s b’day. I was rather angry when I did get home though, because my brother didn’t even leave a cone for me. When you get home on a Friday night, a cone is almost a certainty to be required… lucky our mate Simon came over and did the right thing
We ended up acquiring a fair bit of the greenery, and we just chilled at our house for the evening.. Dave and his mate Cam just came to our house, and we watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High, A young Sean Penn plays the best surfie/stoner dude I ever saw
Woke up pretty early on Saturday morning… the sound I woke up to be glorious. It was my brother doing the dishes at 9.00am in the morning. I couldn’t believe my ears… upon enquiring as to why he was doing the dishes, he said it was because there was no pot, and he couldn’t get back to sleep… which is fair enough.
Saturday was spent doing basic chores and basically cleaning up in the morning… we cleaned up the house and did a few loads of washing in the morning. The afternoon was spent on the phone with mates organising our little beach odyssey. In between, I was keeping myself amused by killing people via the internet. Good Old Counter Strike is therapeutic
We left for the beach house at about 7.00pm… it was a pleasant drive… I once again proved that I am unstoppable when it comes to me doing stupid stuff in my car… I was cruising along at my standard 120kph (the limit is 100) and then some jerk started tailgating me… at that speed. I was mad. So I just accelerated to 145 and pulled away. I then noticed a white car in the middle of the road… so I slowed down – it was a police car getting back into position… when I passed him, I was still doing 120, but it looks like I was saved again!!! If police were smart, they would have two cars in close proximity… I don’t know about anyone else here, but as soon as I pass a police car in the middle of the road, that is my green light to speed again… It really is a problem!!!
As soon as you walk in to a holiday house, I doesn’t matter who is there, or what the whether is like - there is always an air of relaxation around the place. Its always good to escape routine. We walked in, experienced said feeling, and cracked the beer open. We had to wait a while before we went to the pub, so we just played some poker. I remembered how frustrating it is to have a girlfriend when you just want to play poker with the boys. Alina wanted to play as well, and god it was tedious. No matter how many times Tom tried to explain, she couldn’t grasp the basic concepts… Ace high, follow suit etc… she should just stick to tanning salons methinks.
The Portsea pub was in as good a form as it has ever been. For those days where I don’t see any hot chicks, I just have plenty stored in the memory from this venue. We went though 4 jugs of bear in about 80 minutes… and we were just having a good time. Unfortunately, the pretentious twats at the Portsea pub will never make you feel accepted… so I don’t think you should ever go there unless you have a heap of mates so you won’t be intimidated by the icy stares you receive as an outsider. Or you can go there if your daddy I a millionaire… they will accept you then. Doesn’t matter… they don’t get to enjoy the Muggaz experience… we had a great time anyway.
When we got back to the House, Andrew and Eoin had arrived, and Sam was asleep in the bedroom... Sam is pregnant so that is quite permissible. We just cranked more beer, joints and poker. Poker got real hard real quick; because the mofo’s were just so stoned they didn’t know what they were doing… I was getting pretty wasted as well. Tom’s decision that poker was over was welcomed.
We were delighted to find the Soccer was on TV!!! I perched on the couch, and positioned myself for a good game. I was asleep within 15 minutes. In spite of all the cheering, and yelling… I slept through it all.
We woke up relatively early the next day. The weather was a lot more over cast than we were expecting, so we delayed out beach visit and had bacon and eggs for breakfast.
After breakfast we just chatted outside over a spliff, and the whether was getting warm, so our mission was to begin.
The beach we went to is one of my favourite places in the whole world. It’s not a ‘beach’ per se, but a whole bunch of rocks, a bit of sand and some ocean water. Its called St Johns, and its in a place called Blairgowrie. There is a 10 metre rock overlooking a rock pool, and you climb up and jump!!! It’s a really cruisy place, and you can just chill there with beer and enjoy the surroundings. Often there will be a little kid who has climbed up, and is struggling to come to terms with the jump… it’s all good though, because everyone who is there usually encourage the kids!!! Its great.
We stayed there for a few hours… usually we would have gone to a beach with some phat waves and swam in the surf, but the whether was lame and overcast, so we were happy where we were. The drive back to the house was depressing though… my weekend was nearly over.
The drive home last night was fun… I just stuck behind Tom… the traffic was ridiculous back to Melbourne, so we took somewhat of a detour… speeding thorough backwater towns of the Mornington peninsula, everything a Sunday afternoon drive is all about.
I am looking forward to a quiet week for the first half. I am not allowing myself to go anywhere tonight or tomorrow night. I have Mum and Tony’s b’day on Wedesday, and then Nick and a couple of other guys are all going to the Beehive in Kew. Thursday night is Mills birthday, so I am going to the pub that night as well… Friday night will be spent driving to Queenscliff for the weekend… albeit only another 2 day weekend
Peace Out.