Happy 100th Post!

Update 19 November 09: Yeah, alright, so it's been 9 months. And yes I could've had a baby by now. But no. All you get is this:

Far left: Our airport shuttle bus has just dropped us off near our hotel. I remember feeling pretty pleased with myself for some reason.
Middle left: First thing Vay checks out is his reflection. Typical. And the prospects of the bed. Which is the biggest I've seen. Yeah, they said king size, but look at it. The photo doesn't do it justice.
Middle right: Posing in the Q1 building. And he did get that rose for free, but only due to error of judgement by the sales girl.
Far right: It looks so beautiful at night. Thank god I was dressed for the occasion.
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Ok, I've just browsed randomly and watched youtube videos for the last 3 hours. Time to get some work done. Alright, here's how it's gonna happen. Since most of the good stuff happened back in February and last November/December, I thought I'll just date my posts with those dates, so that we're all clear on what happened when, asides from this one. Yeah, better.

Starting with the holiday, cos you know, that's probably the best thing that's happened to me since sliced bread. I mean, since I met Vay, uh, which was also good. Hi hun!

So cast your minds back to Valentine's Day. My first holiday with a boyfriend without my parents tagging along, and it just so happens to start that day, not that I had planned it since last year or anything. My dad even dropped us off at the airport. "You kids behave, now", even though we knew that he'd knew what we'd likely get up to. Hee hee. More of that later.

The flight eventually arrived at Coolangatta airport at 11:50am, Gold Coast time. It was a strange thing having to adjust our watches back an hour, despite the fact we were also on the east coast. It was raining at the airport, and we scrambled to get off the tarmac with Virgin Blue umbrellas. I even shared my umbrella with an NBL (national basketball league - yes, thank you Vay) player, but at the time I didn't think to ask who he was, but based on the NBL schedule, it was probably someone from the Woollongong Hawks, coming to play against the Gold Coast Blaze. God I'm good. Not just a pretty face.

We had to wait a bit for the Gold Coast shuttle bus, to transfer us to the Vibe hotel. Ah memories. When you're on holiday, even mundane things are exciting. It might have been all that rushing around in the morning, but for some reason, I had to take it out on the reservations guy. Poor guy. He didn't deserve my wrath, but I had to assert my rights, god damn it. Alright, I was actually trying to get us an upgrade which we technically weren't entitled to, but still, it was worth a shot. Hee hee, Vay was annoyed cos I was making a scene. Yeah, god it felt good. I felt bad about it later though, and apologized. The guy should feel privileged though, I hardly ever apologize sincerely.

The room was spacious enough, with our own little balcony. It was a bit of alright actually.

At about 5pm we ventured to the Q1 building, the tallest residential building in the world, apparently. It's taller than the Eiffel Tower, but shorter than the Empire State Building. It's just one of those things you've got to do as a tourist. And besides, it was Valentines, and I made an effort, damn it. We went all the way up to the Qdeck on level 77 and had drinks. Vay was sweet enough to get me a rose, while a 3 piece orchestra with a harp played in the background. Even a rainbow showed up when we were taking pictures of the view. And just when I thought it couldn't get any better, they served free antipasti. We went around the table polishing off the sundried tomatoes, cured meats and bocconcini cheese until one woman was prompted to say, "did she just take the last piece?" Why yes, yes I did. And what, pray tell, are you going to about it bitch?

It was almost nightfall when Vay and I decided to blow this popsicle stand, and walked for about 40 minutes down the Gold Coast Highway to Broadbeach cos we couldn't get a cab on a Saturday night for fuck's sake. I should've flashed a leg. At about 7:40pm we arrived at the traditional Japanese restaurant, Donto Sapporo, where you had to take your shoes off to sit at the wooden tables. Yes, it was all very lah dee dah, but the food wasn't anything to write home about, according to my notebook, which mentions, "food was mediocre". And there you have it.

Back at the hotel, we exchanged our valentines gifts of a pair of earrings and a watch. Yes, he didn't see that one coming. God I'm good to him, the lucky bastard.

Mindy: I'm so happy, darling!
Homer: I as well! Are you happy Jeeves?
Jeeves: Mmm yes sir... quite.
Homer: Then we're all happy!

And so it was, for our first night in the Gold Coast.

If my memory serves me correctly

How time flies. It's now April and I've hardly posted a thing except for a couple of whiny posts about how much of a bitch Vay is sometimes, and how I'm just sick and tired of it all.

Well, I suppose that's what you get after months of living it up at the Hotel California. And now it's like we're coming down from some drug-induced high, the climax - god I love that word - of which was that wild little adventure we had up at the Gold Coast, back in February. That was 2 months ago, and I haven't even blogged about it. Not that it wasn't blogworthy or that I was extremely busy, it's just that I couldn't be half arsed. Still, it's nice to know I'm not alone in my procrastination, eh Anney? Alright, so she's actually been genuinely busy, but still, the point is, I'm not the only one procrastinating.

Anyway, everytime I look up my notes in the little notebook, I get this sense of nostalgia, like it was so long ago, and bugger me we've been there and done that. And what with my memory being as it is, it's a bloody miracle any of it was written down at the time, and, more importantly, recalled, with any sense of clarity.

Bah. I suppose you've waited long enough. I better get this shit down in blog form before I forget what the hell my notes were about, and besides, someone's gotta set a good example for Anney.