In the Company of Men

Since Being Back in Cardiff...

I've learned quite a lot. At the Cardiff and County Club, for example, I've learned about silver service, and that the quiet, morose chef actually likes me, just as long as I am upfront and honest with him. I've learned how to make a decent coffee, smelling the espresso before serving, recognising the pitch of the milk at the perfect temperature under the steam wand. I've learned that hard work and perseverance are key in achieving anything, and if you don't ask, you don't get.

This past weekend, I received a surprise call from my zorb football boss, asking me to cover for an ill employee. I readily adopted the shifts, and had a lot of fun with the guys, one of which asked me out tonight.

I was already planning on a night out with @Johanna, @Kelly and @Emma, so I told them to meet us out.

Started testing outfits at 3pm. Stayed out til 3:30am.
WHAT IS MY LIFE

What's funny though? How I reacted when I received his invitation. I was at Tommy's at the time, and I was just overwhelmed. It's such an odd thing to get attention from guys (for me at least), so I began to laugh incessantly (to the point of hyperventilation) and couldn't feel my limbs. We all know I'm crazy, but I've been in two relationships and have dated more than twice that amount... surely I'd just play it cool?

Nah, I'm forever your next-door-neighbour, "don't pay attention to me" type of girl.  I am constantly wanting to have fun, but also wanting some sort of structure and privacy when I go out. (Say "privacy" with a short "i" and there you have the pronunciation in this country. What?!)

Back on track... tonight was just so much fun. I was on the dance floor quite extensively and @Kelly was holding her own with my hectic moves to keep up with :P

Not to mention, we seemed to be honey to the bees. By bees I mean boys. Well, I definitely had a blast. I'm only here typing this out because I'm waiting for my ears to subside their buzzing. Sheesh, why?! Must I wear ear plugs next time? Am I going to do that really?!

I don't understand though. Why does me doing every single dance move possible mean that I'm looking for a mate? Why can't I just be a dance floor sheila who loves to dance floor sheila until her dance shoes ache?

My life is forever a mystery.

The other day, I was explaining to @James this dance class I had attended. James is great, because he's a composer/percussionist/pianist who also happens to have been born into a dancing family (so he'd like to hear about my dance class, duh). I was explaining the massages we were instructed to give in class, and he exclaimed how he wanted to join to get a massage.

My response? "I'd rather give massages than receive."

"Why?" he says.

"Because if someone voluntarily touches me, there's something wrong with them."

Why, Sal, why?! Why must you have such a maladaptive view towards yourself? As I sit here and ponder this, I also think about my most recent profile picture on fb, a wonderful headshot by Jennie Scott. I was embarrassed to put it up, but the girls managed to do it for me... why was I embarrassed?

Perhaps bc I felt a fraud.

I am not in this life to be pretty, sexy and enticing. I'm alive to discover what I can in myself and to reflect that knowledge towards others. Sure, I have jobs in which I'm meant to be pretty and sexy; i.e. an enticing zorb referee has a better chance of getting positive feedback (and that means a bonus)! and Obviously on stage I can be whatever you want me to be. Hire me.

The Infamous Headshot.

Going to get the headshots was quite a lot of fun. I ended up going to the wrong place completely, having to be guided by Jennie over the phone to meet her. On my way, I passed by Hyde Park and Paddington. Oh, how I miss you, Australia!

I'm not in kansas anymore. LAME

 Horribly Rocky Segue

My mother is always so sweet when she sends me packages. This time around, I asked for my sunnies, as they are quite a pair, plus +David Horton got them for me for my birthday last year. Back when in Australia, these packages Always had a little card by Ma with a basic message about how she loves me. This time around, it didn't. Devos.

 (Devos is pronounced "deh-vose", Aussie slang for "devastated").

When I spoke to Mom about it, she said, "Daddy's the one who sent it, and we were rushing! I'm sorry!" which was completely fine. This being a wonderful Easter morning, I began pretend crying about how I don't have eggs, easter or otherwise, in the house. Mom and I have this kind of banter all the time. It's how we keep our relationship fresh :P

Low and Behold: Carol the Easter Bunny heard my prayer!
(Plus got me the bananas/apples I requested from the store.)

 Other exciting news is coming in next week's blog. But it's hella exciting, and I'm so happy/wondering why I drank last night. Eeek.

Have a great Easter Monday everyone. Life is good, fresh, revitalising. Time to start again.