Port Macquarie
Apr. 22nd, 2005 04:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bliumchikNicky arrived at 8:30. Heh. She didn't expect us to LEAVE already did she? Two hours LATER maybe. After some frenzied packing interrupted by my mum counselling grandma on the hpone, we got kicked out with Timmy to the playground. He was pretty morose at first, but he livened up when we made friends with a thai 15onthold +daddy on the slide. Timmy insisted on synchronised sliding. Nicky took a turn pushing him on the swings while I lost my slipper. Timmy also volunteered for garbage disposal and kept throwing cans and pine cones into the bin.
FINALLY got going round 10:45 only to stop an hour later cos Timmy was griping, even though he'd eaten a banan already in the car. And then again at a KFC where we didn't eat anything, and some pie place of Nicky's where we did. Add a stop revive survive break and some quality street mislabeling and by the time we arrived it was seven.
On the first night Nicky and I talked about deep philosophical things, and I found out a lot I didn't know about her family. Man, next time Masha complains about her sister, i've got ammo! On Sunday we planned an early rising TO THE POOL WHICH IS HEATED!! but sadly it rained, so we just slept in and went to the beach with my family. I haden't swum for AGES. The water was cold but the waves were cool - unfortunately it was too deep to get past the breakwater. It was a really weird beach, there was like a mile of flat sand and then suddenly bam! Anti-sandbar. We lay around in the sun, mermaided our legs, ate lunch and went back to go in the spa, which was happy and warm but also strangely twisted. The air jets are placed in the most INCONVENIENT places on the seats, and the foamn is drawn to peoples breasts. I keep expecting a tentacle monster to show up!
Of course if you're in there too long getting your spine pummelled by water jets you start to see all SORTS of things. That's why theres a sign warning No More than 30 Minutes at a Time. I don't think we were the worse off for an hour or so of course. I'm just glad there weren't any boys or the dirty jokes would have been intolerable. There was a good number of thewm as it was, especially when someone brought in a noodle. There was also a random middle aged guy explaining to some other random middle aged people why everything made in Australia is better than everything made in America. I'm not sure where Japan and china come in.
When we were thoroughly boiled, we got out, only to find that mymum had cleverly taken my towel upstairs. So i had to walk bck while dripping and shivering. On the way we noticed another spa, which looked EXACTLY like the one from the Sims 2, which i STILL don't have back from laivi. It also had a sign on it that restricted access to 16 and up. I had this horrible image of the people in it diving underwater and coming up with big hearts floating over their heads.
Speaking of having sex in the spa, there was some rather suspicious activity going on upstairs in the penthouse, which has it's own private spa. A design fault causes water that spills over to drip onto our balcony. There was steady dripping for a while and then suddenly a big splash and then these rhythmic waves. And we were like ... ... ... O.o okay?
We watched Ice Age and Shrek, and I talked to Avi on the phone for a while. I can't wait till ice Age two comes out :D It'll prolly be a big ripoff, but Scrat is t3h cute, so that's okay.
On the second night we talked about complete and utter rubbish. Nicky played a trick on me by concealing the remote and pretending the lights had just switched themselves. I tried to get back at her by pretending to snore, but she said she could hear me smiling, which caused me to crack up.
Moday morning my watch alarm went off for no readily apparant reason. Then my mum kept walking in every five minutes to tell us to wake up. Which was annoying. But toasted buttered turkish bread rocks a lot.
We went to a wildlife park. The koalas were lethargic and Nickydid not deign to pat them. My brother did, and of course grabbed it's face just like I warned them he would but do they listen noooo. The peacocks had their tails clipped. The kangaroos were cute and we fed them. There was a really tiny little albino one which ran away but it was sooo kawaaaaaiii!!! We got a lecture on how spider monkeys attack people, and I made a mental note to obtain some next time I take over the world. In a hutch near the kangaroos were some fuzzy things labelled "Woops! Guinea Pigs!" and "Woops! Rabbbits!" We can't quite decide if it's because the hutches just kind of appeared out of nowhere for no readily apparant reason in a native wildlife park, or if they originally had two of each and then... woops!
A rock near the koala pen was labelled "Weather Rock" - either because it's supposed to control the weather or because it's supposed to predict the weather. Or possibly because it's being weathered away? We're pretty sure it's not because you can enjoy the weather while sitting on it, or because they can't decide weather it serves any concievable purpose whatsoever. We also derived amusement from the sign which said "Touch and photograph the koalas" because the "touch" had been pasted over what was probably "feel" until someone looked at it from an appropriately dirty perspective. I bought an eyeball from the gift shop. It wasn't very tasty.
Nicky looked at one of my brothers kidde music tapes and was confuzzled.
Nicky: Crabs in the Moonlight Eh WTF?
Me: TO THE EXTREME!
Somehow this managed to evolve into getting mooned by someone with a really bad case of pubic crabs. Ew.
Avi rang again, this time while Ian was at his house and using the other headset. We got Stan on threeway, and then Nicky joined in on the speaker, so we had a pretty weird 5way convo.
On the third night we were reduced to weird noises and weasel signs. Tuesday morning we actually got round to waking up early and going to the spa before breakfast. There were ducks. Everything is cuter when it's done by a duck. Later we got dropped off at the bowling place by my parents. About half way through the first game I realised the reason I ket getting fouls was cos I was steppig over the line. Ack. Whereas Nicky only realised she was holding the ball wrong about halfway through the last game, whereupon she started throwing strikes. Afterwards we sat on the lawn being reduced to playing I Spy while my parents continuously failed to show up. Then we convinced them we didn't wanna go swimming, no REALLY we DON'T, I SWEAR, it's OKAY MUM I'M FINE NOT GOING SWIMMING BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO, and then went back to the hotel and watched TV. We had cable, but only Discovery Channel and Nickelodeon, which for some obscure reaosn was showing SIX EPISODES STRAIGHT of As Told By Ginger. Argh, brain cells dying... Then the Simpsons and Rove Live, which wasn't nearly as bad, thank heavens.
...also at some point we went shopping, but I don't remember when. ...O.o myes. It was cool. We found this AWESOME little opshop full of ancient 70's stuff and books I'd given up hope on finding. They had really pretty fans and those oldfashioned irons that you have to heat up on the stove. Also about a gazillion little china ornaments. The old guy in charge told us a joke about a dog, which involved a man walking into a pub. When my dad came in he asked to have a look at a cool-looking knife, but when the old guy took it out of the glass case it turned out to be a letter opener. What a waste of a funky hilt and sheath. Anyway, I got the first books in both Anne McCaffrey's Pern series and Dan Simmons' Hyperion series, as well as a new one by the author of Artemis Fowl, all for under ten dollars! Wheeee! Nicky bought a bunch of old Garfield comic books.
On the fourth night we actually went to sleep. Zomg. In the morning after some ridiculously disorganised packing and my dad getting locked in his bedroom and having to climb out the window, we FINALLY got in the car and were underway. My mum wouldn't let me read in the car so I listened to my MP4player and really got to love Thrice and Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Some new Sugarcult songs as well - all stuff I'd got from Avi but not had time to listen to. Thrice rock.
Mix the chemicals right dear, mix the chemicals right
Yeah the margin of error is slight
Mix the chemicals right dear, mix the chemicals right
Yeah you know that you could... save my life
We stopped at that pie place again and Nicky ran into her Year Five teacher. They caught up while I bonded with her small fuzzy dog. Fiiiiiinally got home, showed Nicky my Mount Sinai yearbook while her parents were in transit (my god I wrote weird poetry in year five...) and then she got picked up and that, my friends, was my five days of incommunicando. Hope that all made up for five days not seeing anyone XD
FINALLY got going round 10:45 only to stop an hour later cos Timmy was griping, even though he'd eaten a banan already in the car. And then again at a KFC where we didn't eat anything, and some pie place of Nicky's where we did. Add a stop revive survive break and some quality street mislabeling and by the time we arrived it was seven.
On the first night Nicky and I talked about deep philosophical things, and I found out a lot I didn't know about her family. Man, next time Masha complains about her sister, i've got ammo! On Sunday we planned an early rising TO THE POOL WHICH IS HEATED!! but sadly it rained, so we just slept in and went to the beach with my family. I haden't swum for AGES. The water was cold but the waves were cool - unfortunately it was too deep to get past the breakwater. It was a really weird beach, there was like a mile of flat sand and then suddenly bam! Anti-sandbar. We lay around in the sun, mermaided our legs, ate lunch and went back to go in the spa, which was happy and warm but also strangely twisted. The air jets are placed in the most INCONVENIENT places on the seats, and the foamn is drawn to peoples breasts. I keep expecting a tentacle monster to show up!
Of course if you're in there too long getting your spine pummelled by water jets you start to see all SORTS of things. That's why theres a sign warning No More than 30 Minutes at a Time. I don't think we were the worse off for an hour or so of course. I'm just glad there weren't any boys or the dirty jokes would have been intolerable. There was a good number of thewm as it was, especially when someone brought in a noodle. There was also a random middle aged guy explaining to some other random middle aged people why everything made in Australia is better than everything made in America. I'm not sure where Japan and china come in.
When we were thoroughly boiled, we got out, only to find that mymum had cleverly taken my towel upstairs. So i had to walk bck while dripping and shivering. On the way we noticed another spa, which looked EXACTLY like the one from the Sims 2, which i STILL don't have back from laivi. It also had a sign on it that restricted access to 16 and up. I had this horrible image of the people in it diving underwater and coming up with big hearts floating over their heads.
Speaking of having sex in the spa, there was some rather suspicious activity going on upstairs in the penthouse, which has it's own private spa. A design fault causes water that spills over to drip onto our balcony. There was steady dripping for a while and then suddenly a big splash and then these rhythmic waves. And we were like ... ... ... O.o okay?
We watched Ice Age and Shrek, and I talked to Avi on the phone for a while. I can't wait till ice Age two comes out :D It'll prolly be a big ripoff, but Scrat is t3h cute, so that's okay.
On the second night we talked about complete and utter rubbish. Nicky played a trick on me by concealing the remote and pretending the lights had just switched themselves. I tried to get back at her by pretending to snore, but she said she could hear me smiling, which caused me to crack up.
Moday morning my watch alarm went off for no readily apparant reason. Then my mum kept walking in every five minutes to tell us to wake up. Which was annoying. But toasted buttered turkish bread rocks a lot.
We went to a wildlife park. The koalas were lethargic and Nickydid not deign to pat them. My brother did, and of course grabbed it's face just like I warned them he would but do they listen noooo. The peacocks had their tails clipped. The kangaroos were cute and we fed them. There was a really tiny little albino one which ran away but it was sooo kawaaaaaiii!!! We got a lecture on how spider monkeys attack people, and I made a mental note to obtain some next time I take over the world. In a hutch near the kangaroos were some fuzzy things labelled "Woops! Guinea Pigs!" and "Woops! Rabbbits!" We can't quite decide if it's because the hutches just kind of appeared out of nowhere for no readily apparant reason in a native wildlife park, or if they originally had two of each and then... woops!
A rock near the koala pen was labelled "Weather Rock" - either because it's supposed to control the weather or because it's supposed to predict the weather. Or possibly because it's being weathered away? We're pretty sure it's not because you can enjoy the weather while sitting on it, or because they can't decide weather it serves any concievable purpose whatsoever. We also derived amusement from the sign which said "Touch and photograph the koalas" because the "touch" had been pasted over what was probably "feel" until someone looked at it from an appropriately dirty perspective. I bought an eyeball from the gift shop. It wasn't very tasty.
Nicky looked at one of my brothers kidde music tapes and was confuzzled.
Nicky: Crabs in the Moonlight Eh WTF?
Me: TO THE EXTREME!
Somehow this managed to evolve into getting mooned by someone with a really bad case of pubic crabs. Ew.
Avi rang again, this time while Ian was at his house and using the other headset. We got Stan on threeway, and then Nicky joined in on the speaker, so we had a pretty weird 5way convo.
On the third night we were reduced to weird noises and weasel signs. Tuesday morning we actually got round to waking up early and going to the spa before breakfast. There were ducks. Everything is cuter when it's done by a duck. Later we got dropped off at the bowling place by my parents. About half way through the first game I realised the reason I ket getting fouls was cos I was steppig over the line. Ack. Whereas Nicky only realised she was holding the ball wrong about halfway through the last game, whereupon she started throwing strikes. Afterwards we sat on the lawn being reduced to playing I Spy while my parents continuously failed to show up. Then we convinced them we didn't wanna go swimming, no REALLY we DON'T, I SWEAR, it's OKAY MUM I'M FINE NOT GOING SWIMMING BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO, and then went back to the hotel and watched TV. We had cable, but only Discovery Channel and Nickelodeon, which for some obscure reaosn was showing SIX EPISODES STRAIGHT of As Told By Ginger. Argh, brain cells dying... Then the Simpsons and Rove Live, which wasn't nearly as bad, thank heavens.
...also at some point we went shopping, but I don't remember when. ...O.o myes. It was cool. We found this AWESOME little opshop full of ancient 70's stuff and books I'd given up hope on finding. They had really pretty fans and those oldfashioned irons that you have to heat up on the stove. Also about a gazillion little china ornaments. The old guy in charge told us a joke about a dog, which involved a man walking into a pub. When my dad came in he asked to have a look at a cool-looking knife, but when the old guy took it out of the glass case it turned out to be a letter opener. What a waste of a funky hilt and sheath. Anyway, I got the first books in both Anne McCaffrey's Pern series and Dan Simmons' Hyperion series, as well as a new one by the author of Artemis Fowl, all for under ten dollars! Wheeee! Nicky bought a bunch of old Garfield comic books.
On the fourth night we actually went to sleep. Zomg. In the morning after some ridiculously disorganised packing and my dad getting locked in his bedroom and having to climb out the window, we FINALLY got in the car and were underway. My mum wouldn't let me read in the car so I listened to my MP4player and really got to love Thrice and Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Some new Sugarcult songs as well - all stuff I'd got from Avi but not had time to listen to. Thrice rock.
Mix the chemicals right dear, mix the chemicals right
Yeah the margin of error is slight
Mix the chemicals right dear, mix the chemicals right
Yeah you know that you could... save my life
We stopped at that pie place again and Nicky ran into her Year Five teacher. They caught up while I bonded with her small fuzzy dog. Fiiiiiinally got home, showed Nicky my Mount Sinai yearbook while her parents were in transit (my god I wrote weird poetry in year five...) and then she got picked up and that, my friends, was my five days of incommunicando. Hope that all made up for five days not seeing anyone XD
