kate5kiwis: How To Have Your Cake And Eat It Too

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“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.” — Mitsugi Saotome

Sunday, March 16, 2008

How To Have Your Cake And Eat It Too

(or, Katie's Tips on Successfully Cramming Two Weekends Into One)
On The Sunny Friday Afternoon: fill The Tardis to the brim with every conceivable wardrobe option (just in case ya wanna wear something that has unfortunately been left at home). Drop lads at Bulldog's Work at 3pm, kiss all the family (twice) and hightail it down a side street where ya pluck eyebrows and smooth moisturising lotion on previously-shaved legs. Turn up the music, very loudly. Travel NORTH an hour and a quarter while simultaneously texting D18 to debrief him on his Raucous Night Before chiding self NOT to Text And Drive . Buzz into the Supermarché and recruit extra champagne glasses. Negotiate eleventy billion winding roads without running self or anybody else off them. Successfully locate wild sandy beach and nine other chicks at the annual GWoF. Uncork bubbly and proceed to make eight new friends. Walk on sandy beach. Dip toes in surf. Watch chick flicks. Talk and giggle until wee small hours. Sleep.

On The Sunny Saturday Morning: Get up at crack of dawn and stroll on beach with the gorgy Leighsie. Walk five hundred miles (guess the partial song lyric) into town. Order a divine Ristretto (forget the short black: the ristretto is the new short black) and feijoa juice and Eggs Benny. Eat. Laugh. Walk. Shop. All get measured by the Lingerie Lady. Laugh. Walk. Shop. Try on bikinis. Eat. Laugh. Shop. Read Mags. Have a nana nap. Go Out For Dinner. Avoid carbs. Clean up someone else's fush'n'chups off their plate. Delight the other restaurateurs by doing some more measuring. Savour a whole Crème Brûlée by self. Talk Talk Talk into the wee small hours again.

On The Sunny Sunday Morning: Wake up at six o'blimmin'clock with the *brainwave* that Self Can Whizz Home Right Now and still connect with Bulldog and the kiddos. That is, have two weekends instead of just one.
Cram everything back into The Tardis, fly home and do exactly that...

7 Comments:

Blogger Little Miss Flossy said...

Sounds mahvellous, I could do with one of those...

8:06 PM  
OpenID hippyhappyhay said...

Oh how blissful. So jealous of all those chicks getting to spend time with your gorgy self, I shall have to look at my photos tonight *sniff*.
Joshing, hey, wheres da pics?
Oh freak me, my word thingee is eleventy billion letters long, watch me get it wrong four times. xxxx

10:08 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

Well, I don't know about you, but I feel all renewed now, and I didn't even GO! How lovely!

5:13 AM  
Blogger Rach said...

missed ya round here!

9:47 AM  
Blogger LeighLeigh said...

It was fun wasn't it!!? We bumped into the old couple from the restaurant on the Sunday when we went for breakfast - they gave us a smile, and we just cracked up - High 5!!

12:58 PM  
Anonymous BeachMama said...

Wow, sounds marvelous. It definitely sounds like you got two for one this weekend. I wish all my weekends were like that :)

2:10 PM  
Blogger kate5kiwis said...

floss
loved every minute, felt slightly mutinous leaving the girls, but i *needed* to see my fam X

hay
um, no pix, well leigh started taking one of moi, and i felt a leetle bit self-conscious, and told her so, and she said "kate, your whole life is a photo!!" at which point i agreed X

laura
yeah, it was perfickly pah-feckt X

rach
ha!! yeah, there's nothing like REAL LIFE lol X

leigh
i will never be able to say *high five* again without smirking, 'twas SO funny huh X

anna
me too X

7:05 PM  

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