Yesterday, hmm, how did it start? Oh, late for starters with the 1am getting to bed trick the night before. Then the morning discussion about what to do with the day - for some reason I'm looked at as the decision maker this weekend, I don't know why, the only thing possibly I can think of is the whole my first time in the city thing, but I only wanted to go to the footy, apart from that I've been easy, but everyone has looked at me as the casting vote as it were.
With INB going on in the background about how he wanted to be heard and how no one was listening to him, and then was quiet for a couple of minutes while he surrepticiously recorded the rest of us speaking, completely out of context to how he talked - Dickhead of Loudmouth are my preferred options, V prefers Laxative.
So it was agreed that we would go to the markets and then have an early tea at Lygon Street, since I had mentioned that and Carlton as a destination I wanted to look around in. We drove out to Victoria Markets, via Essendon, Moonee Ponds, and Flemington - INB's old stomping ground, and gave a roving commentary to a captive audience. How he used to play footy with a newspaper coming back from Essendon home games because he didn't have enough money to buy a real football (cue story, about walking twelve miles barefoot through the snow to school LOL) and with him having one last thing to say and being serious.
And it was about a footy player, Essendon I'm guessing, John Coleman and how he used to fly through the air and how all the kids nowadays wanted to be like John Coleman. And how the kids at school threw medicine balls at each other and how he was in hospital for two weeks with a damaged kidney and ruptured liver, but survived whereas his mate died with a medicine ball to the stomach a shirt time later, trying to be John Coleman.
Got to Victoria Markets, NRI and INB peeled off, leaving CCL, V and I as a group (CCL being scared of abandonment again). Took a couple of hours to wend our way through the markets, and beyond the first couple of aisles it all got the same - same lolly stands, same sport shirts, same shoes, same thermal heat pads, same same same... we had Spanish donuts which aren't round, but licorice shaped. Had a bucket of soggy chips as well, but was so good for that moment. CCL got a whole busload of stuff and I got a shirt, three ties and a Ferrari cap, and V got nothing apart from lollies which she insisted I hide. V wasn't happy with that, especially when she say all our bags.
We caught up with NRI and INB for a coffee at the end of the market, and INB had to go home, sick, trying to take over the radio to listen to AFL even though the four others in the car were sick to death of listening to it (good to watch, crap to listen to) and then whinged about NRI's music choice in her own car. Even though he was sick, he managed to stick around the house annoying us for a couple of hours, saying he didn't have any groceries in the caravan. While he fussed around, we made plans for the evening meal, a couple of V's friends rang but weren't going to be able to catch us that night, maybe the next day?
V rang her other Melb sister, KBE, and arranged to catch up with her for dinner, not Lygon St, but out at Kielor, in the wop wops on the way to Bendigo (kdding, but was under the airport flight path). The sisters had had a nice meal out there a couple of Melb trips ago or something, and could remember the bread especially. So we headed out, got to the restaurant and it was KBE and ESM there to join us, RBE (Tosspot) apparently was to busy with his every Sunday bowling league to see his visit very so often years sisters in law.
Oh, at the markets there was a cage of ducklings in one of the stalls. V pointed it out, and saying they were cute and such, I leaned in and said 'I ate your Mum last night'. LOL traumatised ducklings, always a laugh.
Anyways, I had had Daffy for tea Saturday night, Sunday night I had Skippy. Roadkill as V called it - tasted like lamb a bit, that sort of tenderness, unlike steak of beef. Was nice, but not a must have again (am pretty sure I have had buffalo and emu before, but think this was the first kanga). KBE had the vegetarian noodles but the first time it came out they got the vegetarian but not the noodles - second time the noodles were out and you can choose a free dessert. So then we had the dessert menu, NRI, V and ESM chose the mousse, with ESM getting KBE's free one, and then V found a hair in hers and KBE was being picky about the mousse and the scoop of ice cream. So maybe we shouldn't have gone for dessert - my strawberry sundae was fine though LOL. The meal was nice though.
Was good to see ESM and KBE again though, even though there is some tension that goes on internally within the family, some never talk to others etc; that sort of fuss, but I could happily live without seeing RBE, but seeing ESM and KBE was nice. To get the poison out of her system, NRI went to play on the pokies, CCL and V also following into the pokies room. V won another $30 to add to the $20 she had won the night before, but V and I were having a quiet drink well before the other two got sick of flushing money down the machines.
We got home and replayed Big Brother.
With INB going on in the background about how he wanted to be heard and how no one was listening to him, and then was quiet for a couple of minutes while he surrepticiously recorded the rest of us speaking, completely out of context to how he talked - Dickhead of Loudmouth are my preferred options, V prefers Laxative.
So it was agreed that we would go to the markets and then have an early tea at Lygon Street, since I had mentioned that and Carlton as a destination I wanted to look around in. We drove out to Victoria Markets, via Essendon, Moonee Ponds, and Flemington - INB's old stomping ground, and gave a roving commentary to a captive audience. How he used to play footy with a newspaper coming back from Essendon home games because he didn't have enough money to buy a real football (cue story, about walking twelve miles barefoot through the snow to school LOL) and with him having one last thing to say and being serious.
And it was about a footy player, Essendon I'm guessing, John Coleman and how he used to fly through the air and how all the kids nowadays wanted to be like John Coleman. And how the kids at school threw medicine balls at each other and how he was in hospital for two weeks with a damaged kidney and ruptured liver, but survived whereas his mate died with a medicine ball to the stomach a shirt time later, trying to be John Coleman.
Got to Victoria Markets, NRI and INB peeled off, leaving CCL, V and I as a group (CCL being scared of abandonment again). Took a couple of hours to wend our way through the markets, and beyond the first couple of aisles it all got the same - same lolly stands, same sport shirts, same shoes, same thermal heat pads, same same same... we had Spanish donuts which aren't round, but licorice shaped. Had a bucket of soggy chips as well, but was so good for that moment. CCL got a whole busload of stuff and I got a shirt, three ties and a Ferrari cap, and V got nothing apart from lollies which she insisted I hide. V wasn't happy with that, especially when she say all our bags.
We caught up with NRI and INB for a coffee at the end of the market, and INB had to go home, sick, trying to take over the radio to listen to AFL even though the four others in the car were sick to death of listening to it (good to watch, crap to listen to) and then whinged about NRI's music choice in her own car. Even though he was sick, he managed to stick around the house annoying us for a couple of hours, saying he didn't have any groceries in the caravan. While he fussed around, we made plans for the evening meal, a couple of V's friends rang but weren't going to be able to catch us that night, maybe the next day?
V rang her other Melb sister, KBE, and arranged to catch up with her for dinner, not Lygon St, but out at Kielor, in the wop wops on the way to Bendigo (kdding, but was under the airport flight path). The sisters had had a nice meal out there a couple of Melb trips ago or something, and could remember the bread especially. So we headed out, got to the restaurant and it was KBE and ESM there to join us, RBE (Tosspot) apparently was to busy with his every Sunday bowling league to see his visit very so often years sisters in law.
Oh, at the markets there was a cage of ducklings in one of the stalls. V pointed it out, and saying they were cute and such, I leaned in and said 'I ate your Mum last night'. LOL traumatised ducklings, always a laugh.
Anyways, I had had Daffy for tea Saturday night, Sunday night I had Skippy. Roadkill as V called it - tasted like lamb a bit, that sort of tenderness, unlike steak of beef. Was nice, but not a must have again (am pretty sure I have had buffalo and emu before, but think this was the first kanga). KBE had the vegetarian noodles but the first time it came out they got the vegetarian but not the noodles - second time the noodles were out and you can choose a free dessert. So then we had the dessert menu, NRI, V and ESM chose the mousse, with ESM getting KBE's free one, and then V found a hair in hers and KBE was being picky about the mousse and the scoop of ice cream. So maybe we shouldn't have gone for dessert - my strawberry sundae was fine though LOL. The meal was nice though.
Was good to see ESM and KBE again though, even though there is some tension that goes on internally within the family, some never talk to others etc; that sort of fuss, but I could happily live without seeing RBE, but seeing ESM and KBE was nice. To get the poison out of her system, NRI went to play on the pokies, CCL and V also following into the pokies room. V won another $30 to add to the $20 she had won the night before, but V and I were having a quiet drink well before the other two got sick of flushing money down the machines.
We got home and replayed Big Brother.
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