I have had the most food intensive weekend. I am lucky that I don't really have anything to do tonight, because I don't think that I could move if my life depended on it.
I am only slightly ashamed to admit that I set an alarm for midnight on Friday so that I could eat some chocolate, and as much as I love sleep, it was worth it. I began my Saturday with the largest meal I think I have ever eaten; bacon and eggs, raisin toast, and homemade banana pancakes with strawberries and honey. Not only was it wonderful to eat salt, meat and fresh fruit again, but I had missed cooking so much!! Boiling the jug to put hot water into my two minute noodles at lunch didn't really count, and so getting out my chopping board and frying pan again was super therapeutic.
Lunch time saw a trip to Bondi beach to have lunch with some friends, and my first visit to Grill'd burger bar. My burger was absolutely amazing, but I could not for the life of me finish it after that mega breakfast, but I did try!
We then window shopped our way through the largest, and nicest Westfield I had ever seen, full of shops that all seemed to offer complimentary cups of T2 when you entered. For everyone else this was heaven, but for someone who doesn't like tea (namely me,) this just meant awkwardly trying to avoid the shop assistants in every way possible, including seeing a particularly odd furry hat, loudly exclaiming my undying love for it, and rushing to the other side of the store to try it on.
Today I did my first ever promo gig at the NRL, where we gave out free soap and hand cream to all the obviously smelly mothers, and various vouchers and freebies to everyone else. While taking a turn at handing out the inflatable pink tubes known as "thunder sticks," I was yelled at by two different elderly men, one who claimed that he was far too old for such a childish toy, and how dare I even offer him one, and the other, (obviously colour blind,) was convinced that I was trying to give him Manly Sea Eagles merchandise, and this made him mad as, a) the Sea eagles weren't even playing, and b) he really hated the sea eagles. Let's just say that I had far more success giving out the free meal vouchers. It's weird how much more friendly people become when the word 'free' is followed by the word 'pie.'
On the way home, we stopped off at Pancakes on the Rocks, where I added considerably to this weekends food baby, which pushed me over the edge and into my current food coma.
I followed this with the boring chore of grocery shopping (looking quite dumb in my dragons jersey and heels, and feeling like a fraud when I couldn't tell anyone the score, because I hadn't actually seen the game,) and collecting my washing. I seem to have lost three socks since this morning, which I guess will be like a treasure hunt for my landlords when they do their washing.
Hopefully I am able to move again by class tomorrow, but I'm going to be cutting it close.
(no longer so) Little Duck, Out
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