Just as i was lamenting the dearth of weekend correspondence, some timely emails popped up! Love it!
Like buying houses and having kids, it's now the bout of 40th’s spreading like a contagious outbreak through our social clique. Damo's was a particularly severe strain which waylaid me all the next day. If you're in town on the 27th pop by Surry hills for a drink on me and we can reminisce about the time we meet as young 20-somethings.
It's BBQ season at Chez Dochertoney and my four-burner matador has been put under considerable pressure. So much so that i think I've finally cracked the code for making vegetarian sausages taste good! It's all in the ordering see. Cook them first, on a clean grill, and they taste exactly like the tasteless soy bean extract from which they are constituted. Cook them last however, bathing them in the warm, bubbling residual fat tallow spa of animal products who've given their lives in the selfless pursuit of gastronomic nirvana, and you're onto a winner. And what The Lovely Samantha doesn't know cant kill her. Considering she's still by my side after nearly 19 years together, i must be doing something right with my sausage(s).
Can't remember if i told you about our trip to Bali during the year for Shane's wedding. I was best man and carried the added burden of being MC. They wanted an informal setting for the evening so gave me no run sheet or schedule to speak of. So, leaning heavily on my penchant for useless banter and self-indulgence i managed to pull it off and somehow also delivered a passable speech. Although with a belly full of Bintang there were probably just as many guests laughing at me as with me.
In October i went with some buddies for a cycling trip through the Pyrenees. We started on the West coast and finished seven days and 900km later on the Mediterranean coast having climbed in excess of 20km elevation over some of the most iconic cols that France & Spain offer. Fuck me if it wasn't the best holiday I've ever had. I ate every piece of french cuisine i could find from pastry laden mornings to rich slow cooked guesthouse feasts every night. And i kept the vin rouge on a short leash - it was never out of arms reach. Considering we burnt on average 5000 calories a day, i didn't put on any weight...until i stopped riding to attend Neil Trickett's wedding in Bordeaux. Problem is that although I'd stopped riding, i didn't stop eating. It's taken me several months since returning to drop back down to race weight.
This summer has seen Bodhi enter the U9’s nippers and symbolically enter the big ocean for the first time. In previous years they’ve been confined to swimming in the safety of the ocean baths or wading into swells under claustrophobic parental supervision. This year they’ve earned their wings and have been swimming out , practically unassisted, into the big, dark, angry sea & back. All told they swim about 400m, come back in, grab a board and head back out about 700m further. Talk about heart stopping adrenaline…for the finger-biting, nerve-wracked parents standing on the shore watching helplessly. Just when I thought I couldn’t be any prouder he goes and becomes a real life nutri-grain kid. That’s my boy!
Work continues to make me laugh, although more for the recent spate of attention grabbing headlines than anything resembling an inherent sense of enjoyment or fulfillment. However, It still remains my primary method of feeding my addiction to boy-toys and holidays so for the mean time it’ll stay. However, my current contract finishes in April marking six years at ANZ - double my previous record of 3yrs at any one company - Cause for celebration…or cessation…i think i'm quietly hoping the latter.
Love to all,
Minas.
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