Strange little Sunday

It was my mum's birthday the other day. I bought a top for her, and apparently it was COMPLETELY UNSUITABLE for her body, according to my dad. GOD. What's it to him? Probably jealous he didn't get anything. Anyway, so I had to exchange it for a different top, which APPARENTLY was too tight. So I had to go back the next day and exchange THAT one. Alright, enough with the capitals. Finally I was told to just get something for myself. What is wrong with these people? That's the last time I'm getting anything for them.

"Clothes are hard hun," Vay tries to console. But at the store: "God, just get anything", he says, exasperated, along with "I can't imagine you wearing a singlet". Yes, thank you dear, why, how kind of you. I ended up getting the singlet to spite him. Take that, ya bastard.

That was the start of our strange little Sunday. It was a bit late to go to the city, so we decided to explore the local area.

Vay drove along aimlessly, until I was prompted to ask him where we were going. "I know where to go... now if only I could remember how to get there...". I don’t know about this hun, I looked at him worriedly, as we drove past country houses, pastures, and grazing animals. My mobile reception was out too...Vay was being mysterious about where we were going... this was starting to feel like something out of a road trip horror movie.

I spotted a red ball in the telegraph lines, according to Vay this indicated we were on the right track. On the right track? On the right track to where? WHERE?? Well at least I had that red ball to give directions with.

Chief Wiggum: "I'm on a road, looks to be asphalt -aww jeez, trees, shrubs - uh, I'm directly under the earth's Sun....... now."

About half an hour later, he finally tells me we’re going to Bents Basin. I pictured a bath tub for some reason. I consulted the map, god it’s in the middle of nowhere. Thank god I’ve got good map reading skills, contrary to popular belief.

It turned out to be a natural waterhole, with families having barbecues and kids swimming. I’d have swum if I’d known where we were going... but no. That’s what you get for creeping me out hun. The waterhole was surrounded by high tree-topped mountains, and had a couple of running streams, one of which had a dead fish caught out of the water, just laying there caught between the fallen branches. Lovely.

We started making our way around the edge of the waterhole, walking through well worn paths. I was fine until we got to where large rocks were filtering the stream. I was wearing thongs and just froze there, wanting to cross, but panicking at how hazardous it looked all of a sudden. Vay was fine of course, he’s got the agility of a monkey.

I was having flashbacks of my time in Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary, where I slipped on the suspended board walk and had to hang onto the rails for dear life, screaming at people below to help me, while they stood there like a bunch of slack-jawed yokels until Vay helped me across.
Why, I didn’t sign up for this, I was thinking. After procrastinating for a while, I finally managed to climb over the rocks to safety. Now let’s never speak of this again.

It’s not easy traversing dirt pathways and slippery rocks in your thongs, but just as I was getting the hang of it, we came around to the start. Aww, damn. I wanted to dip my feet in the cool waters of the stream.

Hee hee, I couldn’t believe we made it all the way around, with me guiding the way half the time. I practically crossed it single-handedly. [Vay: But I helped you across...] Quiet you. If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t even be here.

Anywho, we were high on the feel of adventure, and wanted more of the same. We stopped by Silverdale and bought pies and chips. It was the afternoon, and still warm. "Let’s go to Warragamba" Vay said. It was hard finding the entrance – there were all these little roads that all seemed to lead to nowhere. "God, where’s the entrance?" The closest we came to the dam was the viewing platform, where a few cars surprisingly, were coming and going. There we were, eating our pies and looking at the dam from afar. Way afar. In fact, we couldn’t see much of the water. They call this a viewing platform? What are we meant to be viewing? ‘Well this is crap. This isn’t what I remember from my excursion" Vay complains. Have to agree with you there hun...the crap part that is.

Anyway, you can’t win ‘em all. Lastly, we came out of woop woop land and ended up at JB Hi-Fi in Liverpool Westfields. Don’t ask me how.

And that’s just what we did on Sunday.

Saturday by The Sea

Oh my god, is that the Oz Lotto truck? Vay cries out, all excited. We were driving down the road when he spots this truck that looked remarkably like the Oz Lotto truck. He was getting ready to speed down the road followng after the imaginary loose bills fluttering off the top. But sadly, it wasn't even filled with cash. Vay was disappointed, as anyone would be. There's no such thing as the Oz Lotto truck hun. There there.

That was the start of our Saturday morning. For once I'd decided to shirk my duties on Saturday, and we'd ended up renting the Korean movie "il Mare". Apparently this was the original movie that inspired The Lake House, and Vay was forcing me to watch it. Apparently the korean version was much better than the english version, but isn't that always the case? It was a little confusing, but sweet, Jeon Ji-Hyun always makes me cry, damn it.

We stopped by the local supermarket and picked up chips, dips, some antipasti and even a cheap bottle of rose wine, and had ourselves a picnic in his bedroom. A romantic movie, food and wine, hot weather and a private room? You do the math. See hun, and you didn't want to have a picnic in the first place. "A picnic? But I don't wanna have a picnic", he whines. Geez hun, use your imagination. Anyway, thank god I convinced him. That's how it's done, people.

Even walking around the block to pick up Vay's dry cleaning, whilst eating ice cream was a treat. Yeah, seriously. I actually enjoyed it.

All in all, it was a Saturday well spent, I think. Still had to do the ironing the next day though. Ugh.