Can you believe on Sunday I was in such a delicate situation I couldn’t stomach a cup of tea until 9pm? True fact.
It all began with a bunch of friends flying down to Melbourne to surprise my cousin who’d moved back from the UK. I got the callup for a drink or two in the afternoon, and off I trotted that night, determined to bypass that bit where this happened last time and I got home at 4am.
Cut to Sunday morning and I’m getting friendly with nothing but a box of Nurofen and a heat pack because somehow I now cannot dance without my body just straight up quitting. Apparently it’s not only my face that’s falling apart, it’s …. everything else too. Oy.
I emerged from my stupor (barely) to visit Smith and Deli and bought basically half the shop before they’d even been open 10 minutes. You can read about how much I love Mo and Shannon in yesterday’s Kickass Chicks post, and how much I love their food next week when I write about exactly how many times I died looking at their wares on the weekend. Another home run, of course, and I woke up the next day thinking I must have been more hungover than I thought that I didn’t even think to try the handmade vegan mozzarella my friend bought.
And yes, that is the UK version of House of Cards I was watching up there – whoa, what a show! There aren’t many episodes, and I love British political thrillers (hell, any political thriller really) but I COULD NOT TURN IT OFF. I tried to give myself the afternoon off on Friday, but I have so much travel coming up I needed to pack in some extra work. But Sunday afternoon at about 5pm I finally admitted defeat and got into my electric-blanket heated bed with my laptop and another heat pack (and possibly a container of olives from Smith and Deli) and watched until my eyes nearly fell out of my head.
Today Bigs and I are off to an event in Sydney, headed to Taronga Zoo to watch Dragons: Race to the Edge, which is a new Netflix original TV series (speaking of, has anyone watched BoJack Horseman? I saw an ad for it the other day and couldn’t stop laughing. Next on my list). She doesn’t even know, so I can’t wait to see the look on her face when I tell her we’re catching a plane today, just her and me!
Meanwhile I should actually pack. I may be very last minute, but I seem to always get it done. Are you a last-minute packer too?