If you live under a rock (or Victoria) you'd be forgiven for not knowing about the Melbourne Storm salary cap controversy that's rocked the NRL this week. That however wasn't the reason I skipped Friday night footy. Mum's offer of a free feed at one of my favourite restaurants (The Codfather) was the only nudge needed to get me off the couch.
On Saturday The Lovely Samantha once again took to the Rozelle market trestles and tried to fleece unsuspecting patrons with her "tac-a-brac" stall (tacky bric-a-brac). With the proceeds from the day and babysitting from Mum we painted the town red from The Sultan's Table in Enmore to the Dendy in Newtown. If the audience hysterics that occasionally woke me from my slumber during the movie are anything to go by, Micmacs is worth a look see (although I'll wait for the DVD).
The DIY that I'd been promising finally kicked off on Sunday. The sauna paneling that previously passed as our kitchen ceiling got its first coat of primer ready for transformation into a chic new ceiling white.
Rounded out the weekend with dinner at friends' new digs in the peaceful surrounds of Forrestville. The tranquility broken only by the sound of Bodhi's nose running into a glass door (albeit a very clean glass door). Just bruises...and tears.
see ya,
Minas.
Monday, 26 April 2010
Monday, 19 April 2010
Head On
Hiya;
I was umming and ahhing about an exhibition on Friday night but I decided to do it and brave the rush hour traffic all the way to Manly. I'm part of the organising committee for the upcoming Head On photo festival and this was one of the 80+ exhibitions in the festival program. It was a bit of a who's who as the exhibitors, Oculi, are the premiere photographic agency in Australia. I rubbed shoulders, schmoozed and went along to the after party. Seamlessly blending in as one of IT crowd (probably due more to my Information Technology background than anything in the kool stakes) I actually enjoyed myself. Home at the reasonable hour of 1am.
I was up kinda early on Saturday to help my Uncle with some building maintenance. For some reason being a laborer these days makes me the automatic choice for all things DIY (If you need shelving, I'm your man). An afternoon nap was the perfect tonic before embarking on a lads evening of dinner and beers in East Sydney.
My bowel spent the entire Sunday reminding me that an all you can eat Brazilian BBQ is not quit the balanced meal essential to staying healthy...or regular.
see ya,
Minas.
www.minasaroney.com.au
I was umming and ahhing about an exhibition on Friday night but I decided to do it and brave the rush hour traffic all the way to Manly. I'm part of the organising committee for the upcoming Head On photo festival and this was one of the 80+ exhibitions in the festival program. It was a bit of a who's who as the exhibitors, Oculi, are the premiere photographic agency in Australia. I rubbed shoulders, schmoozed and went along to the after party. Seamlessly blending in as one of IT crowd (probably due more to my Information Technology background than anything in the kool stakes) I actually enjoyed myself. Home at the reasonable hour of 1am.
I was up kinda early on Saturday to help my Uncle with some building maintenance. For some reason being a laborer these days makes me the automatic choice for all things DIY (If you need shelving, I'm your man). An afternoon nap was the perfect tonic before embarking on a lads evening of dinner and beers in East Sydney.
My bowel spent the entire Sunday reminding me that an all you can eat Brazilian BBQ is not quit the balanced meal essential to staying healthy...or regular.
see ya,
Minas.
www.minasaroney.com.au
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Eggstatic
Our packed Easter break went a little something like this:
On Friday, with my brother in town, I tried a different approach to staying awake for the entire footy game by actually watching it live rather than from couch potato land. Despite the standard of play being enough to put anyone to sleep, I did in fact succeed in my mission. Awake till the final whistle.
With so much bad press surrounding the spiraling costs of attending the Royal Easter Show, it's inevitable that a competitor would spring up and that's exactly where we found ourselves on Saturday. "The Family Show", ironically located at the original Moore Park grounds of the Royal Easter Show (but prohibited by copyright from using the term "Easter" in its title) proved a very worthy alternative. With free entry, free car parking and Bodhi far more interested in the petting zoo than show bags, it also proved decidedly cheaper.
This year was one of the few times that Greek Easter falls in line with traditional Easter. Normally, we'd attend midnight mass then head back to my uncle's place for Avgolemono soup. However, with the church full and bad weather outside, we opted out of the mass, favoring instead to carry on the tradition of breaking the fast with a bowl of soup. My fast lasting all of three hours since consuming the last sausage at dinner is testament to the fact that I'm not religious but it is a lovely chance to catch up with the relatives and shoot the breeze.
Sunday was Italian family Easter lunch, then more family visits with The Lovely Samantha's side. Uncle Jim brought out his guitar which inspired a spontaneous old fashioned sing-a-long. Bodhi was mesmerised.
Monday was a pretty relaxed affair.
In other news, I've been sizing up the back half of the house for a tart up (nothing expensive, just window dressing), but given my propensity to make a mountain out of a DIY molehill, be warned of the nature of weekend updates for the foreseeable future.
see ya,
Minas.
www.minasaroney.com.au
On Friday, with my brother in town, I tried a different approach to staying awake for the entire footy game by actually watching it live rather than from couch potato land. Despite the standard of play being enough to put anyone to sleep, I did in fact succeed in my mission. Awake till the final whistle.
With so much bad press surrounding the spiraling costs of attending the Royal Easter Show, it's inevitable that a competitor would spring up and that's exactly where we found ourselves on Saturday. "The Family Show", ironically located at the original Moore Park grounds of the Royal Easter Show (but prohibited by copyright from using the term "Easter" in its title) proved a very worthy alternative. With free entry, free car parking and Bodhi far more interested in the petting zoo than show bags, it also proved decidedly cheaper.
This year was one of the few times that Greek Easter falls in line with traditional Easter. Normally, we'd attend midnight mass then head back to my uncle's place for Avgolemono soup. However, with the church full and bad weather outside, we opted out of the mass, favoring instead to carry on the tradition of breaking the fast with a bowl of soup. My fast lasting all of three hours since consuming the last sausage at dinner is testament to the fact that I'm not religious but it is a lovely chance to catch up with the relatives and shoot the breeze.
Sunday was Italian family Easter lunch, then more family visits with The Lovely Samantha's side. Uncle Jim brought out his guitar which inspired a spontaneous old fashioned sing-a-long. Bodhi was mesmerised.Monday was a pretty relaxed affair.
In other news, I've been sizing up the back half of the house for a tart up (nothing expensive, just window dressing), but given my propensity to make a mountain out of a DIY molehill, be warned of the nature of weekend updates for the foreseeable future.
see ya,
Minas.
www.minasaroney.com.au
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