What WE did on the weekend

There has been some confusion as to who was writing this up. I assumed Witchy would, she assumed I would... It's nearly next weekend now so I figured someone had better do it before what happens this weekend eclipses last weekend and we all forget what happened to begin with.

Again, in point form, because I'm not feeling terribly verbose...

Oh, and I'm sure Witchy will interject with corrections (look, I can't remember everything!), I'm not apologising if I get anything wrong.

Saturday

The plan: I sign my lease, head to Witchone's place of abode, we go to the Mordialloc Festival, Jewels' going away do and then head to a girls' night out and get roaringly sloshed, head back to Witchy's, stagger in to bed, wake up hungover and eat something greasy commiserating each others' predicament before I head home and do boring Sunday things like washing.

What actually happened:

• I signed my very first lease ever! Oh my goodness I'm liable for EVERYTHING!
• Drove to Witchy's place (got a call from Witchy: "are you still coming?!?!" - I was about 5 minutes down the road, sheesh).
• Dropped bag o' stuff off and greeted the adorable children (they're adorable because I don't have to wake up to them at 6am) and Velvet
• Jumped back in the car.
• Ooh, backtrack, on the way to the car Witchy offers the use of her GPS unit. I say, well, you know where you're going right?Famous last words I hear you scoff? Correct.
• She says sure, so off we tootle.
• Down the marvellously expensive yet barely used and much maligned Eastlink. I'd never been on the Eastlink until then, so it was pretty exciting.
  
• We started chatting...
• And before we knew it we were in Frankston.
  
• I got out the Melways - a tad late some might say - and figured out where we were, how far away from where we should have been and how to get there.
• Once we found Mordialloc (20 minutes up the road), we managed to find what was probably the only un-timed free park in town.
• Onward to the festival! It was as every smallish festival should be, crowded, hot, noisy and lots and lots of good food and alcohol to spend our well-earned-but-never-quite-enough money on.
  
• Sweet & savoury preserves, lemon infused olive oil, tortilla, beer, calamari, wine, wood-fired-oven-baked nachos, strawberry bubbly, strawberry liqueur and strawberry port.
• Time to head off to Jewels' thing.
• Back up the Eastlink.
• Second time lucky (Studley Park boathouse? Nope, Fairfield Historical boathouse) we found it and proceeded to share around the strawberry bubbly and socialise.
• Tore ourselves away to head to the girls' night out, you guessed it, back down the Eastlink (yes, I have now seen enough of it).
• Balsamic in the Mecca of the outer eastern suburbs of Melbourne, Eastland, which really should have told me all I needed to know - don't let the fancy pictures fool you.
• We met up with three of the loveliest Centrelink Mums ever. You know the kind, can't talk about anything other than their children and husbands/partners/exes - even on what is supposed to be a debaucherous evening out where you forget all that stuff and let it all hang out (where appropriate, this isn't a hens' night).
• The most exciting part of the evening was joining Witchy outside to watch her smoke a cigarett.
• After three cigarettes, some very average food and worse service it was decided that I would start feeling sick, so we could actually have an enjoyable debaucherous evening on our own (Roju has filming rights), turns out Witchy started feeling sick all on her lonesome, which was both handy and unfortunate.
• We got home (me asking along the way, seriously, why are you friends with people like these?!)
• Halfway through 10 Things I Hate About You, Witchy piked. I waited 'til it was finished.

Sunday

• Breakfast at a lovely little cafe in The Basin (not the one in your bathroom). Sadly the food, coffee and service did not match the setting.
• Dropped in at my parents' place on the way home for food, little cousins and conversation.
  
• Got home, showered, left again.
• Visited the cousin and had what was my second drink for the entire weekend.
• Went to the Lucky Coq and had my third drink with some friends, for for a birthday celebration.
• Home.
• Bed.

Overall

• What started off as a fantastically fabulous weekend, sadly lost its fizz around dinner time on Saturday... We'll have to try it again sometime - this time with better food, more alcohol and without the Centrelink Mums.