Listening To: The Reincarnation of Luna : My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult

Met up with a cutey @ Cohi Bar in Darling Harbour today. One of those rare ones who looks better in real-life than the photo they email / the one that’s on their online profile. So much so in this case, that I spent a good 5 or 10 minutes drinking my over-priced Czech beer (would have gone for a local variety, but the only thing they had which wasn’t imported were VB stubbies) and muttering to myself not more than 3 metres in front of her before she finally came over and said “Pete ? I was wondering how long it would take you to recognise me !”

Oh my god, how embarassment :)

Anyhow, this one is another journo (went out with an assistant producer from 60 Minutes once, before this blog was spawned … alas she had wrinkles and a fat arse, neither of which inclined me towards a second date), who works mornings at Nova 96.9, and arvos writing for the fashion / lifestyle section (yes, she derides it too thankgod) of a publication she hasn’t name-dropped to me yet. So she definitely has a brain. On top of that she looks pretty damn good, as I believe I may have mentioned already. Vaguely reminds me of a cuter version of my friend Siobhan from uni really.

Siobhan also happens to be a journo (business IT … how very tragic, I know), and very quietly, I’ve had a major attraction to that particular wordsmith since the get-go ! Umm which would be verging on what … 9 frikkin years now ? Somehow I think I may have ‘passed my window of opportunity’ with that one, waddayathink ? ;)
But back to the present, and my sexy Siobhan-clone of a date. She happens to be a Melbourne girl originally, which inclined me to liking her even more. In fact, a lot of what we talked about was living in Melbourne, the club scene down there versus here, and blah di blah di blah …

I had a good time, which I guess isn’t a great sign. Y’see, as I keep saying - it’s always the ones I like that frikkin don’t want to meet up again. Sod’s Law !

Took me forever to get home, thanks to the lovely private bus service Westbus operates to Castle Hole which only comes once an hour on weekends. God how I love the ‘burbs ! Depressed and tired, I went to sleep for a few hours, before having to get up and do some grocery shopping for mum. The latter person is driving me slightly batty by the way, as usual, and it looks like she will be staying in Oz longer than expected because dad’s decided at the last minute to come out here for Xmas after all.

Just great … I love having mum here for a little while, and do need to see her and dad every now and then, but whenever I spend too long with them, that’s when the bile really starts rising to the surface ! Waddayado ?

I think I might bugger off to sleep at this point, busy day ahead tommorrow !

I’ll leave you with a link though … this is too fŨckin funny :)