A Weekend Away, and a Visit to the Farm!

I had an amazing weekend that started on Friday night, when I headed down to Mamalas to go out to the Club with her. While there, we had dinner - I had lasagne which was watered down so not terribly delicious - and then headed into the Casino part of the club and played around on the poker machines. Well, she did the playing, I sat and watched and chatted.

Until some dude came past and started hitting on me. Me. A pregnant lady. Though to his own credit, he was rather drunk and so probably did not notice. Moron. I describe him as a tomato with legs, being that he was very short and round, and rather red-faced from the alcohol he'd consumed. Needless to say, I was rather short tempered with him and had no interest in making the conversation he so desperately tried to make.

"How's it going?" he cries, slapping me on the back. I half turn to face him as he's walking around to face me.

"Sorry?" I ask, glaring at him for even thinking it was okay to touch me.

"Oh..." He stutters, clearly not expecting my reaction. "Oh, sorry... Sorry you look like someone I know... With your hair. Sorry."

I nod and he shuffles away, and I hope that's the end of it. Unfortunately, it is not. He ambles around the area through the evening, constantly looking at me and smilng and/or grinning like a freaking moron. Perhaps he was trying to entice me with his yellow tooth stained grin, I have no idea. In any case, it wasn't even remotely attractive and quite frankly I was dreading the next time he spoke to me.

Thankfully it wasn't until we were leaving. On the way over to the cash-out area so Mamala could get her coins magically transformed into notes, he says to me,

"Hey sorry about before! You just remind me of someone!" (he was half shouting, because you know, I'm deaf)

I nod in his general direction.

"I was just being nice!" he continues. "Is that okay?"

"It really doesn't bother me," I said, pretty much looking at him like he was something stuck on the bottom of my shoe.

"Is that okay?!" he asks again in his loud voice. "I was just being friendly!"

"It's fine."

"You remind me of someone.. Do you have a sister? I think you have a twin."

"No." I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Are you sure? I think you have a twin sister. I know someone who looks like you. With the long beautiful hair."

"No," I say, rather impatiently.

At this point, one of the guys who work at the Club comes up to both cash Mamala out, and to rescue me from "Max's niceness". They then proceed to have a conversation about me, because evidently I really DO look like someone else and it wasn't just the drunk guy's imagination. Apparently I resemble some girl who used to work at the Club, and this is who the drunk guy was remembering. This information was not new to me though; both Mamala and my sister Tia told me repeatedly there was my "twin" at the Club and that I should go meet her before she headed off to Darwin. I didn't get to meet her before she left.

So that was my exciting Friday night. D thought it hysterical - of course he would; he gets hit on by the hotties and I get hit on by the tomato-resembling drunks. At least I get to come home and blog about it though; he doesn't have a blog. Ha!

Saturday saw my sister heading to work for the first time in about a year or so. Because she's the new girl at the cafe, she got stuck in the kitchen doing dishes for her entire shift. Apparently that's the way it works for the first week of any newbie's "training". Despite that, she enjoyed it and has decided she'll go back next week.

Beyond that, Mamala and I wandered around the Mall for abit and I picked up a couple of baby clothes - pink singlets actually, one with piglet, pooh and eeyore on the front with the words Best Friends painted on it. Of course I went absolutely gaga over it and had to buy it, so it's now with my ever growing pile of baby girl clothes. (Now watch fate kick my ass by giving me a boy)

Today we spent the day in beautiful Murwillumbah at the Crystal Creek Miniature Farm. This was our first time going, and it was Mamala's idea so her and Nanna, and D and I headed down there. It was amazing, and I have heaps of photos up on FlickR to show you - lots of miniature horses and cows and donkeys... They're SO SMALL! It was almost spooky. But it was an awesome day, and we even picked up some terribly delicious Passionfruit Butter they had on sale. Can't wait to have that tomorrow morning on toast!

Now we're back at home, where it's ever so slightly cooler. Much as I love Mamala's house, it's just too damned hot for me because she's right on the water and therefore it's VERY HUMID. However will I survive when summer actually arrives? Argh.