Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
We had a little Christmas lunch at our place, with a few of our friends. I made a roast Turkey (with my special marinade) and roast veggies (glazed in honey and balsamic vinegar) – Just call me Jamie Oliver! I brought Julia a ‘magic carpet’ which is like slippery cardboard that you can slide on the ice with. So we spent the morning racing down the hill outside our condo, it was so much fun, quote “the BEST Christmas present EVER!” We stacked it a few times, and by the end of it, we had to change our pants but all in all, it was great fun, even random strangers were getting amongst it. Photos from sliding down the hill have been uploaded on facebook.
We went out nightclubbing on Christmas Eve, where I had lost my ticket for coat check. And apparently they have a very strict policy on “no ticket no jacket”. I waltzed up to the Manager (I know him, I’m kind of somebody in Moe Joe’s :P) where I had explained to him my dilemma. He walked behind the coat check and found my jacket, and said to me “Well, the good thing is that because I know that it’s your jacket, I won’t hand it to anyone that comes over with your ticket but unfortunately it’s a part of our policy, and I can’t give it to you until tomorrow. “ At that point, I felt so defeated, having my jacket in sight but not allowed to take it, thinking about walking outside without a jacket in minus 7 degrees. What would any girl do in that situation, I started to cry. The Manager obviously couldn’t cope with the waterworks, and handed over my jacket, saying “Congratulations, you’ve now broken my policy”. I clearly haven’t burnt the friendship, as we’ve since become facebook friends, and nothing cements a friendship like the public display of facebook friends that ops up on your news feed!
I’m not sure whether you’ve seen my facebook posting or not but yes it’s true, I did sell Gene Simmons and his family three hats on Boxing Day. Is it creepy that I kept the signed receipt?? I’m sure he would have written on it “To Lydia with Love” (then his signature) but he seemed to have been pressed for time- that’s my theory anyway.
We went to 80’s night at a local nightclub which has an 80’s theme every Monday night, with a few of our friends- I can see this becoming a Monday tradition. Julia had the 80’s theme covered, with her crimped side pony tail, blue parachute adidas jacket which she insisted tying up to her belly, black high-top shoes with fluoro yellow laces, and leggings that formed a camel toe- the only thing that girl was missing was a fanny pack. I was rocking the 80’s with my side ponytail, and bright pink parachute jacket which I’d picked up from the OpShop for a $1. Jazzed the outfit up with some second hand pink converse shoes ($4.50), size 6 might I add, even though I’m a size 7 ½- just goes to show my sheer determination and testimony to the ‘fashion is pain’ motto that we live by, although that was probably already evidenced in wearing ballet flats in the snow. We looked like we’d stepped out of Footloose!! We were meant for the 80’s.
We’d danced the night away, bopping to Madonna’s greatest hits. Finally a place that appreciates my dance moves, as you couldn’t drag us away from the podium- I’m almost positive I heard the crowd chant “Sprinkler Sprinkler”. On that note though, I do want to make it a New Year’s Resolution to limit the use of the Sprinkler, as I always seem to break into the Sprinkler EVERY time I’m out. As cool of a move as it is, it’s probably time that I learn a few more moves, rather than relying on my Sprinkler to be the show stopper.
As we clearly weren’t hot enough, we found ourselves walking directly to the glow paint booth. I was hoping to steer clear of the glow paint and glow sticks especially after the glow paint saga on my birthday, as it’s been brought to my attention that they’re quite hazardous, after near choking on a glow stick. In fact, I should probably just steer clear of anything that glows, as it’s the safest way to avoid both looking like a tool and compromising my life.
The next morning, we woke to our alarm which was set for 6am, to embark on our road trip to Seattle, I think it’s obvious whose idea that was to set the alarm that early. Way too early after 80’s night! Julia woke to me diving to the toilet, chucking up my pizza from the night before. That’s one way of curing my pizza obsession. She walked into the bathroom to find me lying, shivering on the floor with a puddle of dribble from my mouth, hugging the toilet bowl. So between the mascara forming a black eye mask over my face, and my side pony tail now on the opposite side of my head, and a stamped wrist with ‘80’s Night’, I was a blast from the past. I won’t be bragging about not getting hang over’s in the snow again, as that’s clearly come back at me. A promising start to our journey to the USA!!
Love
We went out nightclubbing on Christmas Eve, where I had lost my ticket for coat check. And apparently they have a very strict policy on “no ticket no jacket”. I waltzed up to the Manager (I know him, I’m kind of somebody in Moe Joe’s :P) where I had explained to him my dilemma. He walked behind the coat check and found my jacket, and said to me “Well, the good thing is that because I know that it’s your jacket, I won’t hand it to anyone that comes over with your ticket but unfortunately it’s a part of our policy, and I can’t give it to you until tomorrow. “ At that point, I felt so defeated, having my jacket in sight but not allowed to take it, thinking about walking outside without a jacket in minus 7 degrees. What would any girl do in that situation, I started to cry. The Manager obviously couldn’t cope with the waterworks, and handed over my jacket, saying “Congratulations, you’ve now broken my policy”. I clearly haven’t burnt the friendship, as we’ve since become facebook friends, and nothing cements a friendship like the public display of facebook friends that ops up on your news feed!
I’m not sure whether you’ve seen my facebook posting or not but yes it’s true, I did sell Gene Simmons and his family three hats on Boxing Day. Is it creepy that I kept the signed receipt?? I’m sure he would have written on it “To Lydia with Love” (then his signature) but he seemed to have been pressed for time- that’s my theory anyway.
We went to 80’s night at a local nightclub which has an 80’s theme every Monday night, with a few of our friends- I can see this becoming a Monday tradition. Julia had the 80’s theme covered, with her crimped side pony tail, blue parachute adidas jacket which she insisted tying up to her belly, black high-top shoes with fluoro yellow laces, and leggings that formed a camel toe- the only thing that girl was missing was a fanny pack. I was rocking the 80’s with my side ponytail, and bright pink parachute jacket which I’d picked up from the OpShop for a $1. Jazzed the outfit up with some second hand pink converse shoes ($4.50), size 6 might I add, even though I’m a size 7 ½- just goes to show my sheer determination and testimony to the ‘fashion is pain’ motto that we live by, although that was probably already evidenced in wearing ballet flats in the snow. We looked like we’d stepped out of Footloose!! We were meant for the 80’s.
We’d danced the night away, bopping to Madonna’s greatest hits. Finally a place that appreciates my dance moves, as you couldn’t drag us away from the podium- I’m almost positive I heard the crowd chant “Sprinkler Sprinkler”. On that note though, I do want to make it a New Year’s Resolution to limit the use of the Sprinkler, as I always seem to break into the Sprinkler EVERY time I’m out. As cool of a move as it is, it’s probably time that I learn a few more moves, rather than relying on my Sprinkler to be the show stopper.
As we clearly weren’t hot enough, we found ourselves walking directly to the glow paint booth. I was hoping to steer clear of the glow paint and glow sticks especially after the glow paint saga on my birthday, as it’s been brought to my attention that they’re quite hazardous, after near choking on a glow stick. In fact, I should probably just steer clear of anything that glows, as it’s the safest way to avoid both looking like a tool and compromising my life.
The next morning, we woke to our alarm which was set for 6am, to embark on our road trip to Seattle, I think it’s obvious whose idea that was to set the alarm that early. Way too early after 80’s night! Julia woke to me diving to the toilet, chucking up my pizza from the night before. That’s one way of curing my pizza obsession. She walked into the bathroom to find me lying, shivering on the floor with a puddle of dribble from my mouth, hugging the toilet bowl. So between the mascara forming a black eye mask over my face, and my side pony tail now on the opposite side of my head, and a stamped wrist with ‘80’s Night’, I was a blast from the past. I won’t be bragging about not getting hang over’s in the snow again, as that’s clearly come back at me. A promising start to our journey to the USA!!
Love
Lydia and Julia x
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