Damn You JD Fortune.

Somehow it's Thursday again. While not entirely sure how this happened, I am pleased to note that it is Friday tomorrow, and then will be Saturday. And then, of course, Hannah is having a party, which will be quite the highlight.

Last weekend, which seems long ago, was good. Friday night was mellow, went to work drinks, met up with Meredith and Jimmy, and watched the INXS final (Damn you JD) before settling in for some heat lamp time. Saturday morning I was a lone representative at yoga, as everyone else had gone on self defence course. Afterwards, I met Mark at Superette before heading over to Tiffany's to celebrate her birthday. We hung out at her house for the afternoon, and met her fantastic friend Brian, newly arrived from Sydney. Nice to get something back from there for a change.

Saturday night I dragged myself to the Deschler's party. Which was an effort to get to but worth it. After that, we went straight back to being sixteen, turning at a party where the cops were- and an advertising party no less! Hilarious. Musket Room followed, but I've been finding it a little bit boring lately and didn't stay long. Sunday was okay, punctuated nicely by a drink with Juliet at Bonita, my new favourite little tapas bar. Less flashy than La Zeppa (which has old first date blight anyway) and less busy than Didas (ditto actually, must stop ruining tapas bars with dates...) Bonita's good anyway, and as we weren't on a date, I'm free to go back whenever. Plus they serve wine in cute little tumblers. I'm not sure if it's a full serve, but it's novel. And I like novelty.

Monday night was the WIFT Awards, which I viewed as an excellent chance to connect with the sisterhood. I am, of course, a wide eyed innocent. The night was filled with wine, salmon kebabs and no actual food, a dumb movie about sisters and talk about sewing and boob jobs (seriously). I did manage to network with my boss...I shouldn't be too harsh (there's a first), it was a fun night, I just wanted more...kumbaya I guess. Maybe we'll all connect next time.

Popstar was on again onTuesday, which made for the very long day which is catching up with me right now. Not good. Emma and I rounded out the shoot with an indoor water fight, which was lots of fun despite being roundly frowned upon. It's a really fun show to be working on, in my mind it totally kills the competition.

And because I am petty: Marty is the new Bowie. INXS are fools. Like so many other things this week, I give it three months. And it's not worth it.