2/01/10: Three Breakfasts and call me in the morning...

Just found a photo album of Paul when he was a little tacker. Chuckles.

Here we are! 2011. Fresh start and all that crap! Hope you all had a right jolly New Years Eve and following festivities, wasn't that just the most awesomest fireworks display? Well, I watched it anyway. Go operatic music to get the goosebumps a popping (that sounds yuck...). And I'm totally think 'What A Wonderful World' is getting a bit of overkill on sentimental things. Love the song, but it's bordering on cliché now (oh yayness, my spellchecker changed cliché to have the special 'e' on the end. JOY!)

Had a fairly eventful 48 hours for all the right reasons. It all started with Friday.... ethereal music and fade out...

DECEMBER 31^st 2010: New Years Eve

There, I almost wrote New Years Even again... I'm racking my brains to remember what I did leading up to actual arriving in Redcliffe in the afternoon... so I've decided it wasn't that exciting. Onto the good gear...

Arrived in Redcliffe loaded with pillows, half a bar's worth of spirits, mixers and novelty cocktail items. We were ready to party. But it was only 4:30pm.

Helped younger sister with guinea pig cleaning duties. All the little tykes were soaking up some afternoon sun and chilling on the grass. Went in and saw my little Ruskii piglet, who has been boarding with sister Sezza for a month or so due to getting desexed and going through 'rehab'.

You must hear his story, it is the sweetest piggy love story in the world...

Ruskii, my piggy, lost his best friend (and our beloved little spunkster) Buster a few months ago due to bone cancer, and was living on his own since then. A piggy should never really live alone, they are pack animals and love having a little buddy, boys and girls alike. So Paul and I were getting pretty devastated that Ruskii was looking to live a life of lonliness, and was becoming a bit reclusive and just a bit sad. It was heartbreaking to see.

Now the other side of the story. Sister Sezza, had a piggy in her care by the name of Soda. She was adopted by Sarah about 6 months prior from a family member who couldn't manage the upkeep of her anymore. Little Soda had also lost her piggy friend, Fizz, who passed away a year or so before, and she too had been living alone since that day. Soda is blind in both eyes and while Sezza tried her best to socialise Soda with her other piggies in hopes that she could live in the cubby house with them all, sadly little Soda did not take to the onset of strangers very well. As she was blind, she couldn't prepare herself with any new pigs and so always reacted badly to anybody. So, Sezza had to resort to keeping Soda by herself, in her own little pen away from the others – looking to live her life out alone.

Destiny created the silver lining on the cloud that had overshadowed us for so long. As offchance would have it, I brought Ruskii up a few months ago (with other pigs Seb and Charlie) to stay with Sarah while Paul and me were away on honeymoon, and instantly Ruskii picked up on Soda's scent and had honed in on her before they even met face to face. Putting Ruskii down on one side of the room, he would start waddling straight across, making a beeline straight for Soda's pen. Soda, amazingly, was reacting equally as excited – she would run out of her box, ears and nose alert, squeaking quietly. And then they would meet at the cage's edge. And the rest, as they say, is history. They were besotted with each other from day one, Soda perked up whenever he came over to her cage for a visit, and Ruskii would spend his time running laps up and down her cage boundary, squeaking madly and losing weight at the same time.

Putting them together on someone's lap is amazing. Normally a male piggy would dive in at the rear end straight away, eager for a humpety hump, but not this pair. Ruskii just sits and gurgles contentedly, and Soda snuggles in under his chin, just sitting.

I cannot tell you how utterly sweet this is to watch, they are literally madly in love with each other.

Two lost souls finally find their soulmate and happiness.

Anyway, very long explanation short, Ruskii and Soda are fixing to be 'married'. Well, Ruskii was the only one fixed. Ruskii got his little piggyhoods snipped out, so Soda and him can be together, forever! Naaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwww!!!

Anyway, so after piggies were cleaned and returned to their hutches, it was time to party!!!

The former part of the evening involved your standard 'sit around on chairs and yarn a few hours away' kind of deal. Finger foods, homemade pizzas... Subdued, yes, but this was the earlier part of the evening when our neighbour and my piano teacher Christina popped over for a catchup and a drink. So mature, civilised time.

Then, many cocktails later (my own creations all turned out to be of the brown shade due to mixing midori with a range of red drinks, of course – rather unappealing), the countdown to New Years happened... and went... and then the REAL party started! Though I did love the fireworks... so pretty...

Champagne, party blowers, sparklers singe-ing my mum's carpet (if I wrote singing, it looks like SINGING... tricksy word), music blasting out of every house orifice, dancing... oooooooh yea the dancing. Losing our minds dancing. Long island ice teas, frozen margarita mixes... Paul videoing the funny parts (oh my). And finally, at about 2:30am, our feet unknowingly filthy and sweat a-pouring, we decided to stop, take a break, and chuck on a movie. Hell, I said, let's press on till dawn!! I was amazed at how untired I was! I'm not as old a bat as I thought I was.

We watched 'Tomorrow When The War Began'. Teen bopper war movie. Not half bad actually. I was more interested in the many CS Cowboys that were doing the rounds throughout. So good.... and then we had icecreams to top it off. I had a white chocolate mini magnum. I am amazed I didn't vomit at this stage.

Going good, going good, going good... then about half way through the movie I felt the very tops of my eyelids starting to feel 'dry'.. you know that slow onset of tiredness, you know it's coming even when you're still wide awake, but once the eyes go, then game over.

And 4am was game over.

I remember shutting my bedroom window before I hit the hay (Paul had crashed a good hour before me...) leaning out and seeing the very first touch of daylight in the night sky, and hearing the first bird of the day twittering away in the darkness. That was dawn enough for me! I thought how silly a bird is for willingly waking up at this hour – crazy birds! But, for me I can say I pressed on til dawn, huzzah!

I touched my pillow for a split second, then nothing. Until 12pm the next day – yerrrr!!! I haven't slept in that late since I can't even remember, how AWESOME!

Did I say that nothing good happens after 2am? Well, that's proven to be rubbish. Heh! CS Cowboys happen at 3am apparently, and they're quite good...

So yes, woke up at 12pm... stumbling, slurring, feet sore, head sore... down to the kitchen to make one of three breakfasts I was going to have that afternoon. Saw Dad. Grunted a “Hppy nrr yrr Derd... blehhhhh.....” Giggle when we reminisce for 5 seconds about the night prior. Good times, good times.

First breakfast: Hangover cure.

Two pieces of toast, smothered in good, ripe avocado, two soft boiled eggs schmoozed over the top. Down the hatch. Back to bed. Felt better, lucky no vomity impulses at this stage.

Checked on Paul, who needed a Double Hit V. Lucky I packed some. I am awesome.

Had a cup of tea made for me. Mum is also awesome.

Pulled on some clothes of some sort and stumbled back down when hearing rest of family descending from next door. Time for...

Second breakfast: Pancakes

Homemade by sister Sezza. Taste like buttercake, amazing. Crunchy outsides, soft middles.... so sweet they can be eaten on their own. I wasn't going to have any, but somehow 4 managed to enter my digestive tract.

Sat on the couch with a swilling head, chatting away with family for a tad. After a half hour the family decided they were hungry again, so time for...

Third breakfast: Fry up

Hashbrowns, toast, beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, bacon. I really am proud of myself for downing three breakfasts in the space of a few hours. I am also, however, not surprised that I've gained a bit of the pudge over Christmas.

After all that food it was time for Paul and I to make tracks, so we packed little Ruskii up – we were taking him home for a few more weeks to let his piggy semen 'flush out' of his system, so Soda can be bonked by him with complete confidence in the near future. Happy times await!

Drove home. What a freakin' long drive it is when you're hungover and tired and your passenger is passed out next to you. At least Ruskii was a good boy and only gave me 3 backseat driver comments. What a good boy.

Decided we wanted to hire a movie to chill for the afternoon, as we weren't up for much at all, heads still swimming. Punningly enough, we landed on Piranhas to hire out.

Stumbled home, dumped all our crap in the door and collapsed in the loungeroom. Sigh. Good to be home. Watched Piranhas – what a hoot! So gory and violent and B-grade and brilliantly so. The effects were fantastic! I actually felt a bit ill at stages with the realism of the gore, and I'm good with that stuff usually. So great! Though the special features were crap, nothing to show how they did it all! BLAH!

From there it was one movie after another. Wizard of Oz came on Go! so we watched that half way through and got bored, then discovered The Island was playing on the other side (with a Few Good Men in between ads). Paul crashed out at 10pm but I pressed on til 12pm, amazingly.

Then flopped into bed and slept for a solid 9 hours. Yay.

I will continue my 48 hour saga tomorrow, for my fingers have run out of puff. New Years Eve takes it out of you like that!

Until tomorrow, cyberworld and it's followers,

- Peace, Love and Mungbeans -

xxx