pack it in, my holidays over.

Yeah I go back to work tommorow, like loads of other aussies I suppose. I've been fortuate having so much time off, took most of my leave in the last 4 weeks - but this year will have to space it. Now Im the non-custodial parent, I have to take my holidays around when I get Jem. Its ok - it's doable.
Last night Kat and I went out for dinner on the foreshore.. we walked around for AGES trying to find a good resturant. And the stupidest person there, ME... wore these shoes which I knew killed me if I actually walked in them for more than 10 minutes.
These are the culprits of TOE TORTURE
They look nice, but's its decieving. And to add to my misery, so many of the resturants and cafes were either full, or too expensive. We craved real italian pizza, so went to this italian place and they were so aloof and unfriendly - on top of that we were seated at a table right next to a naughty seven year old, and a parent who loudly chastised her on a regular basis. Luckily, the waiter was so slack he took so long to come get our order we left - and walked and walked again... my feet just throbbing with toe pain. O U C H
we finally found a place that offered pizza on the menu, much smaller place and better ambience, and the pizza was GORGEOUS.
After dinner Kat said she wanted to go dancing if my feet could stand it. I did have another pair of shoes in the car, thank GOD ! and so I hobbled all the way back to my car to get them. When I took my shoes off, I saw I had 2 huge , red , weltering blisters on my baby toes. My baby toes had dissapeared behind the redness.

When we got to the club I went to the shop outside and paid THREE DOLLARS for a pack of 10 band-aids. Crazy...
Kat went to park the car, while I administered first aid on myself... in public mind you, I tried to discreetly find this little seat near the door to apply the band-aids... I know I wasn't completley invisible so felt very self concious .. what a dick!
Kat said she'd meet me near the exit, so I found a seat there to wait for her. The minutes ticked by, while I watched the parade of nightlife. Seemed alot of middle aged women wearing dressess meant for 16yr olds.
Well, its summer, summer dressess, high heels... but the dressess were very, skimpy.. ! I saw about three or four women who must've been close to fifty, wearing these really skimpy numbers, all cut away at the back, and cleavage, and short... euwwwch! S C A R Y - wish I'd had my camera.. but I'm thinking that might be illegal to snap them.

(I wore jeans by the way and a top)

Kat took ages to come back and meanwhile, after carefully avoiding eye contact with any guy who came past me, sitting in my spot, this guy plonked himself down next to me and proceeded to 'chat me up'.
He started in the easy first gear .. you know, 'are you a local?' and 'how often do you come here?' ... then the next level he asked me about myself, who I was here with and what kind of night was I having, or wanted to have.... he was getting to the third one of asking me for a dance or buying me a drink when luckily KAT appeared -!! And I quickly said 'seeya' and got her to drag me away. It's hard sometimes in those situations not to be unkind... but I'm usually good at a nice brushoff.
We lined up for 20 mins at the bar - and found a seat to watch the dancefloor.
People watching is fascinating!
I get astounded at how seemingly ordinary people you'd see serving you at the post office or doing your tax accounts just LET FLY on the dancefloor and go all kinda crazy. hee! We got a little hassled by some guys but pretended to be so engrossed in our conversations that they lost interest.
I don't go out to pick up -
but I like to talk to people, however , drunk men are not mine or Kats favourite way to waste time, so we had to be a little harsh. We did talk to a few people on the dance floor and eventually we got up and had a jig ourselves... this one song came on 'Dont'cha wish your girlfriend was HOT like me?'.... lyrics which are totally embarrassing but in their ridiculous-ness we had more fun dancing to that song, just because it was a ridiculous song.

we left about midnite... and overall, it was a good night. We just talked heaps and laughed alot.. which is what I like most about a night on the town. I dont ever go to clubs, once or twice a year.. for me my nights out are usually dinner, movies and hanging with my g/friends. But we'd decided to do some thing different...

TODAY
I went to church with Kat and left soon after... I want to do some stuff today before I go back to work. Get organised... but here I am messing around on the computer.
I got some photo's done for Jem, and Mia is due home from her boyfriends later.

I'm kind of alone today, but not in a bad way. I always feel like Jesus is with me, as lame as that might seem to some ... but thats my faith ,always has been. I like to just sit and think, and be by myself...
tommorow my life will be the chaos at work it usually is... and I'll be surrounded by co-workers and patients, talking, asking , doing ..... so I value the times when nobody is in my space...
And my feet feel so much better today.
Thank goodness for thongs.