Freshly Baked

Cake for two

Turned twenty one in absolute indulgence.

There are, then there are

I’ve got friends who organise fantastic Japanese dinners the night before their 4am overseas deployment for military training.
And those who literally volunteered to struggle through torturous hours of tutoring me in laplace transformations, and are the only ones who have successfully surprised me with birthday celebrations complete with custom cookie cakes two years in a row.
Not forgetting the nasty ones who ply me with alcohol and poker in a hotel suite just because I won’t let them bother with an airport send-off :p

Now I don’t care for fripperies – even a simple meal of chicken rice (yum!) would do -  and those are a mere few examples, but to the ones that really matter: I hope to not only reciprocate the effort put into it, but to also treasure what might possibly be fleeting, and be a rock in times of need. All the rest of you can fuck off and die, but remember to pass me your chemicals and cigarettes before you do.

Of course, this slightly mushy post won’t be complete without a mention of someone I’m seeing soon that I hope to be there for, unconditionally and always, but even though our friendship comes before any additionals, I’m still hoping you won’t get lucky at Hard Rock cafe tomorrow night ;) (Especially when I’m stuck at a function, wah…)

Sauna

Mobile phone pic of pre-departure brekkie at Brisbane airport, where the term brekkie is used with a huge pinch of gluttony :D
In defence, I had no idea that they were going to ply us with a never ending supply of food on this particular flight. Cheese ravioli after hot chocolate + muffins, after lamb stew? That’s just the beginning…which ended when I staggered off the plane and tried not to bust my jeans. Um. Maybe it was a bad idea asking for seconds.

Yes, I am back in the sauna country, where everything including the weather is stifling, and for the last time – no, I do not have the fucking flu!!! Still gorging but on Chinese food this time. No time to talk, need to eat more!

Fortunately or unfortunately, I’ll only be here for a fortnight before getting whisked to a somewhat undisclosed rustic location all in the name of some P & Q, & R & a quiet birthday celebration. It’s been painstakingly planned for months, so Thank You, I wouldn’t give this up for the world, no matter how hard I try to worm the surprises out of you. Just remember not to lean into the corners this time, OK? ;)

So not looking forward to the return flight. Like the plate above, could the seats be any smaller??? A one-off surplus of food can hardly make up for it! Coupled with the recent crashes…Never taking another Airbus after I try the A380 in December. Er, yeah, novelty, just can’t help myself. Hehe.