Huge weekend update...
Oct. 18th, 2004 06:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
growler_southA huge weekend update, straight off the Jornada, mostly as it happened. Mostly behind the LJ cuts...
Thursday- the plane leaves at 2.45, so I figure I have a few hours to kill. . *sigh* life's tough sometimes ;-)
There's a dark grey one at Wolfgram Motors which is the second-best one I've seen. Nowhere near as nice as the green one in Hamilton but not bad at all. I'm beginning to suspect the Hamilton one was the exception rather than the rule...
The cute salesman and I play "I know more about this car than you do", eventually the score was about even but he told me something I didn't know- the V8 5-series use recirculating ball steering, whereas the 6-cylinder ones (like the 528's we're looking at) use superior rack and pinion.
I called Rick, expecting him to be still at work- he likes to be late to airports, remember how he missed his last flight? Anyway, he answers and its suspiciously quiet in the background- the bastard is already at the airport, showing me up. Luckily I'm driving Mo's 3-series of doom, and get there in record time. And still with all 4 green service lights showing. *grin*
Later that day, following a regular check-in...
So now I'm on the airplane. the couple in front are BLOND as BLOND can be- the air hostess asked the lady to turn off her cellphone as we were about to take off, and she said "ok, after I finish this call". Now they're ordering a shandy and a wine cooler. So classy. Mind you, I'm about to have a gin and tonic so I'm no better.
And I'm getting way excited about seeing Mo real soon.
Ok, now the ugly hags in front of us are playing with the attendant call button. There's a family with 4 schoolkids up front who are less juvenile. I mean, these guys are old, wrinkled, and balding. Including the lady. Especially the lady. I feel like saying, "Excuse me, there's only so much oxygen on this flight, and you're wasting it."
The third guy in front is kinda cute, except he has a fauxhawk. And I need to lay off the gin and tonics, as im gettin REAL bitchy ;-)
Once we landed I texted Morris to say we were here -he replied "Ok, im leaving now, see you in 30 minutes" A couple of indignant messages from Rick and I later, and Mo replies "Of COURSE I'm here, I got here at 3!"
Aww..
Big hugs and kisses in the terminal from both of us, and Growler is chirpy and happy again :-) Back at the hotel we had a wee disco nap, Morris ended up sleeping in the middle where he got snuggled half to death. Nice snuggly Morris. I kept waking up just to enjoy sleeping beside both my boys again :-)
Bears Night was great fun, and not as busy as last time we were here. A combination of the fresh meat effect and catching up with some lovely guys (Hey Baz!), plus a few pints and a cigar or two made the evening enjoyable for us all. Rick got cornered by a drunk swedish man... well, actually *I* got cornered by a drunk swedish man, but when Rick came to rescue me I fled and he got trapped in my place. He didnt seem to mind too much, Mo and I were watching and he was smiling and nodding his "I'm half deaf and dont understand a word you're saying" nod...
Eventually we ended up at Manacle, I left at around 1.30 with a lovely guy, and when I got back to the hotel at 3am I found Rick sitting in the foyer waiting. Uh-oh, I thought, Mo had the key, whats happened here... Turns out Mo had half a sleeping tablet and went to bed, when Rick came home he bashed on the hotel room door, waking up everyone in the adjoining rooms but not Morris. Then I arrived home just as he was waiting for the concierge to phone the room, so my timing was impeccable. And I got another night of sleeping and snuggling with both the boys :-)
Saturday we had breakfast at GoGo lounge, yummy bacon and egg buns, and then off to the beach with a couple of friends while Rick went shopping at Paddy's market, and later we went shopping for rubber toys ;-)
Sunday morning we took Mo back to the airport, he was all sleepy and huggy and couldn't wait to get back home- sometimes he's just too cute for words. Rick and I dropped him off and went back to sleep. We had a neat phone call from morris once he was back in NZ- apparently the wee customs officer manning the x-ray machine asked what was in Mo's bag. "Christmas lights" says Mo. "No, whats this big thing here?" he says, pointing at the screen. "Oh that! Thats a dildo. A plastic cock." says Morris, loudly. Cue one very embarrassed (and, I imagine, quite horrified) customs man waving Mo through quickly...
J-lube. I'd heard about this legendary substance but didnt believe it until I bought a pack today, put a tablespoonful into the kitchen sink, and ended up with a gallon of lube. Literally. This stuff is insanely slippery and stringy, you could have SO much evil fun with it. Cant wait to get it home and show Morris how it works ;-)
Thursday- the plane leaves at 2.45, so I figure I have a few hours to kill. . *sigh* life's tough sometimes ;-)
There's a dark grey one at Wolfgram Motors which is the second-best one I've seen. Nowhere near as nice as the green one in Hamilton but not bad at all. I'm beginning to suspect the Hamilton one was the exception rather than the rule...
The cute salesman and I play "I know more about this car than you do", eventually the score was about even but he told me something I didn't know- the V8 5-series use recirculating ball steering, whereas the 6-cylinder ones (like the 528's we're looking at) use superior rack and pinion.
I called Rick, expecting him to be still at work- he likes to be late to airports, remember how he missed his last flight? Anyway, he answers and its suspiciously quiet in the background- the bastard is already at the airport, showing me up. Luckily I'm driving Mo's 3-series of doom, and get there in record time. And still with all 4 green service lights showing. *grin*
Later that day, following a regular check-in...
So now I'm on the airplane. the couple in front are BLOND as BLOND can be- the air hostess asked the lady to turn off her cellphone as we were about to take off, and she said "ok, after I finish this call". Now they're ordering a shandy and a wine cooler. So classy. Mind you, I'm about to have a gin and tonic so I'm no better.
And I'm getting way excited about seeing Mo real soon.
Ok, now the ugly hags in front of us are playing with the attendant call button. There's a family with 4 schoolkids up front who are less juvenile. I mean, these guys are old, wrinkled, and balding. Including the lady. Especially the lady. I feel like saying, "Excuse me, there's only so much oxygen on this flight, and you're wasting it."
The third guy in front is kinda cute, except he has a fauxhawk. And I need to lay off the gin and tonics, as im gettin REAL bitchy ;-)
Once we landed I texted Morris to say we were here -he replied "Ok, im leaving now, see you in 30 minutes" A couple of indignant messages from Rick and I later, and Mo replies "Of COURSE I'm here, I got here at 3!"
Aww..
Big hugs and kisses in the terminal from both of us, and Growler is chirpy and happy again :-) Back at the hotel we had a wee disco nap, Morris ended up sleeping in the middle where he got snuggled half to death. Nice snuggly Morris. I kept waking up just to enjoy sleeping beside both my boys again :-)
Bears Night was great fun, and not as busy as last time we were here. A combination of the fresh meat effect and catching up with some lovely guys (Hey Baz!), plus a few pints and a cigar or two made the evening enjoyable for us all. Rick got cornered by a drunk swedish man... well, actually *I* got cornered by a drunk swedish man, but when Rick came to rescue me I fled and he got trapped in my place. He didnt seem to mind too much, Mo and I were watching and he was smiling and nodding his "I'm half deaf and dont understand a word you're saying" nod...
Eventually we ended up at Manacle, I left at around 1.30 with a lovely guy, and when I got back to the hotel at 3am I found Rick sitting in the foyer waiting. Uh-oh, I thought, Mo had the key, whats happened here... Turns out Mo had half a sleeping tablet and went to bed, when Rick came home he bashed on the hotel room door, waking up everyone in the adjoining rooms but not Morris. Then I arrived home just as he was waiting for the concierge to phone the room, so my timing was impeccable. And I got another night of sleeping and snuggling with both the boys :-)
Saturday we had breakfast at GoGo lounge, yummy bacon and egg buns, and then off to the beach with a couple of friends while Rick went shopping at Paddy's market, and later we went shopping for rubber toys ;-)
Sunday morning we took Mo back to the airport, he was all sleepy and huggy and couldn't wait to get back home- sometimes he's just too cute for words. Rick and I dropped him off and went back to sleep. We had a neat phone call from morris once he was back in NZ- apparently the wee customs officer manning the x-ray machine asked what was in Mo's bag. "Christmas lights" says Mo. "No, whats this big thing here?" he says, pointing at the screen. "Oh that! Thats a dildo. A plastic cock." says Morris, loudly. Cue one very embarrassed (and, I imagine, quite horrified) customs man waving Mo through quickly...
J-lube. I'd heard about this legendary substance but didnt believe it until I bought a pack today, put a tablespoonful into the kitchen sink, and ended up with a gallon of lube. Literally. This stuff is insanely slippery and stringy, you could have SO much evil fun with it. Cant wait to get it home and show Morris how it works ;-)
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Date: 2004-10-17 11:45 pm (UTC)you said dildo! same thing happened to a mate from school, 'cept after she explained what it was he accidentally dropped her bag off the xray belt and it rolled across the floor in front of all the other passengers. ahahaha!
glad you had a good time..and i have to steal that dj dangermouse cd off you ;)
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Date: 2004-10-18 03:41 pm (UTC)You are now one of us. Resistance is futile, but amusing. Imagine a bed covered with black plastic and a gallon of the stuff, a bit on the thick side, in a well-heated room. Joy.
I ordered my one bottle from enasco.com, and now they keep sending me catalogs with all sorts of nasty things. Castrators, branding irons, ear tags, bridles, saddles, cattle prods, extra large artificial insemination equipment... the mind boggles.
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Date: 2004-10-18 04:43 pm (UTC)And you look so innocent, sitting there with your wee laptop. Does the cat know what you get up to?
The lady at the shop said I had enough to make a bath-full of lube, but not to do that because if you got into the bath you'd never get out. I believe her now, its the slipperiest substance I have *ever* encountered.
Ooh damn ive gone all hard again. The boys really are in trouble now... Muuuhahaha!!!
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Date: 2004-10-18 04:57 pm (UTC)Empirical evidence shows that's not true. And it only takes a third of a 10oz bottle. It's not all that thick at that sort of dilution, but still slippery. It's best to crawl out of the tub.
I find myself wondering if a hot-tub pump could deal with it. It'd have to be a one-night sort of affair, because you wouldn't want to chlorinate it...
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Date: 2004-10-20 12:29 pm (UTC)*Snickers and laughs histerically*
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Date: 2004-10-19 12:46 pm (UTC)