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Last night I had very social evening, three appointments in one night. I sound a bit like a prostitute.

My first social engagement was at 6pm. Living in Sydney the chances of getting home and into the city in the space of an hour is pretty unrealistic so I decided to get a Oporto burger, waste some time and head into the city from work.

As I wondered the soulless aisles of the Macquarie Shopping Centre I realised that I was in no state for a social evening. I needed make up. With only some mascara in my handbag I headed to Target to sneakily use their cosmetics aisle to create my evening look. Now this isn’t a regular occurrence for me, but it is a handy scapegoat and you get o wear the latest cosmetic range without having to pay for it. There are a couple of rules, always put the stuff on he back of your hand first…for hygiene reasons and to make it look like you are genuinely trying the product out and not using it. Also I would never go as far as using lipstick or anything else that could have been violated in the shop before hand…

I also decided after the make up that my fringe needed a trim. Being industrious and tight arse I would normally do it myself (the fringe only, not the whole hair, I am not totally mental!) but considering I had the time I thought I would pop into the hair salon and pay them to do it.

I sat down and the ditzy hairdresser did the usually ‘it’s raining outside’ bullshit and I said

‘Listen sister lets cut to the chase, I feel like a bit of a hair change and I have decided I would like a big chunky fringe!’.

Hairdresser:

No you don’t

Aleisha:

But they’re cool, I really like a heavy fringe’

Hairdresser:

They’re not very versatile and really I think the side swept look you’ve got going I better.

Aleisha:

(Being a submissive woose bag)

Ok

I then sat back and watched he trim my fringe like I normally had it, paid the money and slumped off. I am always like that with hairdressers. It’s as if they have some strange Edward scissor hands power over me. I don’t want to offend them by disagreeing with them so I just nod like an idiot. One day I am going to get in a lot of trouble by just sitting there passively nodding in the chair.

Hairdresser:

You know the Romper Stomper/ Britney Spears look is in…I think you should give it a try!

(As the hairdresser is plugging in the clippers)

Aleisha:

Ummm, Ok…I guess

After the unfulfilling hairdresser experience I scoffed the chicken burger and proceed to sit on a damp, full bus for the next hour and a quarter. The rain has continued this week, it just keeps coming and really public transport in this sort of weather isn’t that pleasant. You have a mixture of damp vehicle smells, plus damp people smells and wet seat. Eeeewww.

I headed o Surry Hills to catch up with my friend Robin and her crew to celebrate her birthday! It was a great pub and really eclectic group of peeps. Robin is an actress and most of her friends are thespians. My lovely friend Thomas was there as well. Tom, Rob and I all went to college together (grade 11 and 12) and some of my favourite memories of that time were our many hours of rehearsals for plays that we were in and all of the post rehearsal parties that seemed to happen every second night. Both Tom and Rob have both done pretty well for themselves already, films and lots of plays. Well done them!

After the pub I met up with Stevo, my favourite comedy writing partner. Stevo and I created Come Here Leon together when I was at film school.

Here is us a Bogan Couple Ron and Charlene.

Ron and Charlene Clip

Stevo and I have had a weird year and a half friendship hiatus. Not for any reason. I suppose our relationship was very intense for 6 moths while we were making the show and then I moved so that about it but ti was so nice to see each other last night, we slipped back into our usual jives and it was like we always were.

We sat around catching up on what we have been doing, watching the rain and speculating about how long it was going to be before one of us is discovered and thrust into the heady world of celebrity and forget about the other one again!

After that Stevo drove me back into the city to meet up with Flat Mate Sarah, her boyf Dave, her brother Ben and his lady Anna.

We met at The Rocks at this funny Ye Olde pub. As soon as I got into the pub the rain poured down and poured. It was so heavy that no one budged when they called last drinks.

We knew the likelihood of getting a cab was very poor and we didn’t move until the miniature bouncer said in his best wog boy voice

‘Youse have go to leave right, we are closed, so youse have to go!’

It takes a special breed to be bouncers, people that have a lot of pent up aggression, who think that appropriately judge fashion and who are happy to stand outside in the night…basically they are dickheads.

Me at the pub..not the most flattering angle..double chin (maybe the Oporto burger)

RAIN and MORE RAIN!

We reluctantly left followed by a couple of blokes that saw that we had umbrellas and tried to join our crew to stay dry…good try fellas but they were not umbrella worthy!

 After discussing the merits of going to other pubs we thought it was best to try and head home and continue the night there.

After deciding that we would probably have better luck with a train we headed towards Wynyard Station in the city.  We walked in the pouring rain with our pissy umbrellas. Much to Dave’s amusement Sarah picked up a couple of stragglers who spotted her with the umbrella and they walked with us until we spotted a couple of cabs! Oh the Joy of seeing their little glowing signs! My shoes were completely drenched and if I was drunker it wouldn’t have bothered me as much but unfortunately it was not to be.

We got home changed into our warm clothes, cracked a bottle of red and ate finger food and cheese until we were uncomfortably full! Lovely.

This morning we headed out for a yummy breakfast. There is nothing better than a weekend breakfast with mates and a good plate of scrambled eggs with a couple of hash browns! Super Yum!

That is all for now.

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Well here I am again. I have had requests and you know what there hasn’t been that much to write about but here I go anyway.

I have had a bit of a tumultuous week or to say it positively I am going through a ‘mega transitional stage’.

Last weekend it rained and rained and rained. I am not being dramatic; I think it rained for about three days with not a moment of non rain. To make matters worse it was a long weekend and I had done my usual trick of not planning to do much and then halfway through the weekend getting tremendously lonely and depressed and having yet another sob at the kitchen table. How sad! I was lucky because I had located the rest of Lost series 3 and sat entranced for about 6 hours on Saturday and woo what an ending to this series. I digress.

I think I have been way to blessed living in Tassie where multiple friends are just a phone call away. My friend Kath called my current state ‘the reinvention of Aleisha’. I  am the first to admit that this whole, shift state alone and find a new life concept had been the dumps and I have been stuck in a majorly pathetic rut for about 3 weeks and that has to change before I go completely mental.

I read an article in the weekend about blogs. Its main point was that people are far more honest in blogs than they would ever be to someone’s face. Well if you ask my friends and family about my blog they might suggest that I am holding back a bit.

This week I am trying to regain focus on my life as a comedian. That’s what I want to do. Yes I have had a bit of a blockage but hopefully that will clear when I surround myself with funny people. I am meeting my friend Thomas tomorrow (he went to the Oscars this year) to talk about an incredibly funny TV Pilot he has written that I might jump on board with and then on Friday I am seeing my old mate Stevo. You might recognise him from some of my You Tube clips. He is the Bogan. But funny and we write well together!

So not an incredibly inspiring blog but that’s were I am out. I am determined to have a fabulous weekend so I can post some more outlandish Aleisha stories.

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It was my birthday on Monday. Much to my friends disgust, who are older and perhaps a bit bitter about there age, I have been announcing that I have hit my late 20s……hey 26 is on the wrong side of 25 so technically I am right.

For those that know me I like to broadcast that it is my birthday. Why shouldn’t I. I never believe people that say ‘I don’t want a party…to be treated….to be given gifts’. They really do but they are attempting to create even more of a birthday buzz by being coy and understand.

I had a weird weekend. Being in Sydney I seem to come up with 2 different sorts of weekend. The first is jam packed and full of exciting thing to do that distract me from missing home and then the other weekend is when I haven’t planned lots of distracting things and I find myself in a hole of misery thinking about what my friends are doing.

Don’t get me wrong I have great friends up here but last weekend they were all engaged in other non Aleisha activities

I sat at the dining table on Saturday night, feeling a bit hopeless, chanting my mantra…things will get better….things will get better….things will get better.

For a bit of self torture, I sent a text message to Kath, my friend who lives in Tassie and asked what she was doing? She was hanging with all of our friends having wine at one of our favourite night spots, being loud and chatting. I was mega jealous and asked if  there was room for one more at there tale.

She replied ‘Are you for real?’

Aleisha: Yes I am booking a seat now.

Kath: Are you shitting me?

Aleisha: I will call you from the cab.

In the space of ten minutes I had booked a flight on the 7.30 plane, called a cab and ran around the house like a maniac grabbing at random warm clothes that were suitable for the Tassie winter climate.

It was 6.20 and I was in the cab and heading to the airport by 6.25.

I had a little giggle to myself as we took off that I had mad a wonderful decision, spontaneous…all on the credit card…but for the first time in a couple of weeks I felt genuinely happy.

When I landed in Hobart, there was Kath and Adam cackling at me.

Kath: “As soon as I got that first txt I knew we would be seeing you tonight”

We then went off and had a fabulous evening just doing normal things, trawling pubs and clubs, bitching about bogans and the RM William crew and probably consuming too much alcohol.

The next morning I slept longer than I had in months and woke up refreshed and ready for the day.

I spent the rest of the day having my breakfast with my dad, where I broke the back of one of my teeth and swallowed it because I thought it was a piece of bacon rind! Yummy. We sat next to the band Dallas Crane they are cool and even Dad recognised that they were a band because they were way to cool for school to be Tassie boys ( no offence Tassie boys,  some of you are yummy but you lack the indie look that only Melbourne boys seem to et away with).

After that I also surprised my friend Suze and her crew. I thought I was pretty clever calling her from the car as I drove up to her house, but her very cute and alert 4 year old, Katelyn spotted me before I had the chance to get out of the car. She ran at me screaming “Leishy Leishy” before launching herself it to my arms, which was lovely. Katie is the first kid that I have really had anything to do with.

I have never had much to do with babies and I distinctly remember my first baby sitting session when Katie was probably only 2 months old. She was very small and I kept checking to make sure she was still breathing because babies take ominously small breaths and don’t move much and I promised Suze that she wouldn’t die or have an accident on my watch. Now she’s four and I have great pleasure in teaching her to speak like a black woman with attitude ‘No you didn’t', while pointing and shaking her head.

I then had a heavy pub meal and had a couple of hours sleep before getting back on the plane to head back to shitsville…I mean Sydney.

Always positive Aleisha. Always Positive.

Anyway on Monday, the birthday, I made a decision to cheer up or ship out so so far this week I have made an extra effort and it may be working….

I met up with positive Simone who was a total darling and she gave a little cup cake birthday cake and some beautiful earrings! I then had a lovely pizza meal with Flatmate Mick and had lots of drinks. We came home and watched some Seinfeld…my absolute favourite (thanks Mick!) and crashed.

Tonight I am heading to an Oceans 13 screening and tomorrow night I am going to the Enmore Theatre to see Jet play. Rock it.

See that was a positive end to this blog. It has to be working.

L