Time travel

The problem with always having been the 'good' kid growing up is that I'm finding that every now and then I revert back to my teen years and act like everyone else was doing back then while I was busy being responsible.

And so for the past TWO weekends (yep, count em) I've found myself getting rather pissed. The first weekend Christian had some people round to celebrate his last day at his job. I hadn't planned on drinking much because I had to have an early night for my market but I didn't quite pull off that plan. It made for a rather uncomfortable day in 40C heat at the markets.
Then last night one of Christian's mates came round to watch the footy and somehow we got to talking about which pubs and clubs we've been to in town and we decided to go out. Tash had had a bit of a rough weekend and so I called her and told her to come out with us. We had pre-going-out drinkies here and then headed out to The Court for several more.

Which leaves me at lunchtime on a Sunday feeling rather seedy and looking through the few random photo albums I have on the HTPC. I came across some pics I took last winter up at my mother's place and although I'm pretty sure I have them in an album on FB I figured I'd share them on here since it's my blog and I'll do whatever the heck I want lol.

Most of them are of old figurines and things from Mum's garden.

Owl!


Purdy flowers.


I just love the fact that I found a rubber duckie in the yard. Nestled against the decaying leaves it gave me a bit of a Chernobyl feel for some reason.

I'd love to say time and spiders wait for no man but considering this is a thermometer it's a bit pointless...


My fave photo.

There's a bear in there...

My mother's freaky ashtray.

This 28 wanted...

...this chicken. Nom nom nom cheeeeeeekan!


Ladies and gentlemen, this concludes the blast from Nettie's past for today. Please remain seated until the internet comes to a complete stop and then make your way in a orderly fashion to the door. Thank you for frequenting The Natterings of Nettie and have a pleasant day.

Cocktail night

For the longest time now, my friend Mel and I have said that one of these days we'd have a cocktail night. We finally arranged it for this Saturday and this is what happened.

Firstly, some of you may have noticed my Facebook status updates. Yes, we had a hobo situation. They had messed up my house and it took me a while to get it clean again. They were just not being helpful and got in the way while I tried to clean.

Some people have ants. I have hobos...

Moving right along...
So I thought that perhaps I'd gone slightly overboard with all the cocktail paraphernalia that I had bought for the night.


Turns out though that we used pretty much every plastic cocktail glass, all the umbrellas got used and the swizzle sticks. There was some fighting over the naked lady swizzle sticks...

Christian got called into work when an alarm went off and so I was stuck at home alone and completely bored for about an hour before people started turning up. So I made myself a cocktail and set about taking photos of things.



I just loved the shadows.

Barb and Mikey came round with the boys and we made the boys mocktails so they'd feel included.
Perhaps Will has watched too many Bond movies because he wanted an olive in his glass. He settled for a marshmallow.


I would like to assure the good folks at Child Protection that these glasses do not contain alcohol!


In a very short space of time my kitchen returned to Hobo State, including the empty booze bottles and paper bags lol


One of the more dodgy cocktails of the evening. Called Death In The Afternoon, it was an aniseed liquor concoction of questionable drinkablity.


Barb refused to have her photo taken so I warned her I would take a photo of whatever was visible. This turned out to be her boobs lol


My friend Jann, who wasn't happy to just have his photo taken. He wanted to display his exceptional 'Asian poses'. Here is 'Hello, this is me'.


Here is 'Peace man'.


And 'I'm drinking a beverage'.


Christian had experimented with numerous cocktails, the disappointment of the night being the 'Flirtini'. He says it was because of the lime juice, I thought it was because of its ability to make even a manly man seem girly. The jury is still out on that one.
He was not deterred however and bravely searched for other enticing concoctions.


Vanessa and Sarah find something amusing. Owing to the sheer volume of alcohol consumed, I doubt there was much happening that wasn't amusing...



Helen and I trying in get a good photo. This one seemed to be the pick of the crop.



Vanessa and I have been friends since we were 9. We lost contact in our final year of high school but thanks to the glory of Facebook, we've gotten back in touch :)



Aha! I jump upon poor unsuspecting Sarah for a photo.




And force Mike into having his pic taken too.




The night had progressed to the 'drunken game of darts' stage. Somehow I managed to get two darts in at a physically impossible angle. That's the beauty of alcohol i guess!



Christian and Barb teamed up and it was Christian's skill at anything, drunk or not and Barb's sober state that saw them kick our arses.



Christian's winning shot. We played 501 and you have to finish on a double. His first shot hit the beam, the second lodged in the magnetic clasp that keeps the cabinet closed. His last shot snagged a double 3.
Bastard.



That's the end of my photos. People started disappearing home soon after and the night wound down. I still have a shitload of booze lined up in my kitchen and so there's a pretty good chance that another cocktail night will be held in the near future.
And now I'm going to go and lie down in a quiet room because I'm feeling slightly delicate at the moment...