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“Lets go away for the weekend. We can hand around, drink, hang around and drink,”

I thought this was a no brainier.

“Babe, no,” was her simple response.

“Why? It is a beautiful beachside town, people pay millions of dollars to buy property there, what the hell is the reason behind you not wanting to go, you love rich things…I am confused,”

Princess Nicole went on to tell me a story about when she was younger, she decided that even though she had never tried Chinese food, she decided that she hated it. When her Mum said one night that they were going to eat Chinese food, The Princess chucked a nah nah and wouldn’t go, on principal. This is how she is describing her seemingly infantile dislike about the idea of driving two hours north and having a weekend away. I am going to take her there by hook or by crook. Even if I have to pack the bag myself and tell her we are going to the shopping centre and kidnap her for the weekend. We are going. That’s the end of that.

I am watching my BlackBerry like a hawk. If it makes one wrong move I am going to go out and buy some old Nokia brick and use that instead at least that won’t chime up a $610 bill. That will teach it.

It’s funny when I have something coming up, like a gig, I always think of post gig time like it is something marvellous. I mean I imagine the feeling of relief and being able to watch television without the guilt of thinking I should be practising. Post gig utopia. I think for as long as I have had any responsibility I have created these scenarios…at uni, I was always thinking of post exam time, all of the wonderful things I can do….working crappy jobs, post crappy job time, what amazing jobs there were to come. I know philosophically I shouldn’t be looking ahead all of the time. It is good to live in the now and have a good time.

I will work on that.

Even with the ‘working on that promise’, a line ago, I am thinking about post gig utopia, drinking a bottle of wine.

Can’t be a bad thing.

I am lucky. I am enjoying myself at the moment. Ted said on the weekend that I was the old Leish again with some new twists. I respect that noticed that because he knows me pretty well and has seen me through all sorts of shit things. Him saying that made me realise that I am genuinely at ease with where and who I am.

What an uplifting way to end the blog.

I don’t really like that. I would prefer to end on something sharp, sarcastic and witty.

Damn it. I can’t think of anything. I might have to go back to being depressed and bitter. The jokes seem to come more easily then.