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The last two weeks...

Feel like about a hundred years. Maybe more, I can't be sure.

Kicked off with the Rialto dinner on the Friday, which was at Wagamama. This is one of those places which is great in principle and lousy in pratice. And give the Chicken Katsu the widest possible berth. It looks like something out of Alien and tastes kind of similar. I was beginning to imagine my stomach leaping out of my chest and clinging frantically to my face by the end of it. Luckily, I was well drunk, even before we hit the sake.

Yoga on Saturday kicked off in nauseating fashion with headstands, thus shifting the position of the sake. Luckily I made it through till breakfast, which was at Bambina, which has failed to realy excite me since Bill's. Damn you Bill. Meredith and I whiled away many hours on Saturday, both mumbling repeatedly about needing to study as we hit more and more second hand shops. Eventually, I headed home and prepared the house for drinks that night but spent most of my time making my favourite risotto balls.

Drinks was fun, with all the crew turning up, bar Hannah who was in Sydney and lots of West Bank missions happening. We headed to an excellent Rakinos afterwards, where I made only one faux pas, concerning an especially hot 'striped t shirt guy', as he has to be known as I think the chances of us speaking again are low...Crow followed which is a little hazy but I'm sure it was just fine.

The next week at work was crazy, with two shoots to go on, and the deadline for Food TV getting a lot closer. I can't really think what might have happened during the week, except a lot of Touchdown time. Which was actually really fun. And the pilot we shot had me laughing for days. Can't wait to see the show.

Becs and I headed straight to the Gypsy when the week ended and drank G+T's at an embarrassing rate. Saturday, I dragged myself to yoga, where Meredith and I got told off (in a yoga kind of way so pretty gentle) for lying on the ground, not choosing whether to do a half or full back bend (I elected to take a water break). We hit Fusion afterwards, but you might need to hit the blacklist for that info. Look for the link in my last post.

That afternoon, I was in Parnell by 3.30, with a whole bunch of Play It Strange affiliates to board a bus to Hamilton. The bus ride down took two hours which we passed by drinking beers, and listening to Jeff's demo CD. I tried grabbing some footage on the bus, but the old motion sickness caught me up and I had to sit back and enjoy the scenery.

The awards were great once were reached the 'Tron. Jeff played first (the only one to be invited back!), with Jordan Luck, who had previously melted my little heart by smelling wickedly of aftershave as he lit my cigarette (there's that pesky teenager again). They were great, and although my sound screwed up, I got some good footage. Luckily, Meredith B and Echo arrived soon after, and took over the camera. Not my strong point.

We hung around for a few hours, drinking and snacking and watching Jeff, as would be groupies flocked to him, ignoring the stately Jordan. Fools. Jeff was on great form, and jumped onto the smaller stage to perform Band Expander and a Neil Young cover- gleefully proclaiming "I wrote this one in the '70s". Gold.

The trip home was priceless, with Meredith and I raiding our iPods and playing everything guilty pleasure we could find. I scored big with "Blinded by the Light", "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and "Turning Japanese". They are filed under the 'Music to Listen to in Cafes When Ordering Short Blacks and Smoking' playlist. It's very elusive.

On our return, we hit a party at an old flat, Fleet Street. Ardent All In The Mind-ers, will recall that this is the den of hippy hell that I narrowly escaped from. So why so keen to head back? It was Davian's 30th birthday, and he was having a party. A kooky, kooky party, full of crazy individuals. With bad teeth. But what a doll Davian is. It was great to see him. Even if he was dressed as some kind of monster.

I found three things I left at the flat. They were:

1. A Japanese vegetable scrubber or tawashi. They are currently cleaning the toilet with it. Which in some respects is something of an improvement.

2. A pair of 3-d glasses. Which in all fairness, I had given to Davian when I left, purely for the look of confusion he gave me when I told him they would let him see in 3-d. Bless.

3. A Saddam Hussein mask. An old favourite, bought for one of Hannah's parties last year. I got great mileage out of it then, but he looks a little different these days, so I can't really pass for him anymore. So not much of a loss.

Following our admittedly swift departure (but not before my ex-flattie had asked me which Star Wars character I was most likely to date- Han Solo- and told me about his new line in hemp t-shirts, of which I ordered five), we hit Phil's place, where I had left nothing, and managed to leave nothing. Good party though.

On Sunday Hannah's father put on one of his famous barbeques. I love when he cooks, it usually consists of a side of beef and some fire. Actually my favourite. One of his friends did attempt to discuss anaemia with me when she saw me heading for the 'rare/raw' pile again, and I kind of listened.

This week hasn't been as consumed with work, and the mood around Food/Living HQ seems a lot better. It was pretty relaxed today when Matt played us all a voicemail requesting his services for a 'hand job'- turns out he's a part time hand model! Perfect.

What I have been doing is more stuff for uni, and I'm just beginning to think that I might get everything in. No guarantee, but it just might be alright.

This weekend is shaping up well, with a picnic (indoors?) at Tiff's, various parties, and then the WIFT (Women in Film and TV) Awards on Monday night. Love the dirty old sisterhood.