Melissa's Flight Attendant Blog

Monday, February 26, 2007

I arrived back from Perth yesterday feeling extremely fatigued. Slept a cool 14 hours yesterday, woke up and felt really energised , so decided to live out one of my New Years Resolutions and went to the gym downstairs. 3 minutes on the treadmill and I had to stop as I had my first asthma attack in, say, 3-4 years? Maybe 5? Stupid I know.

So, photos. Not many, and not very 'touristy'. But really my whole annual leave was just me taking it easy and catching up with my friends as much as I could.

It got my neighbours talking. Seeing as though I still don't have my license, I was being picked up and dropped off everyday. By a different person everyday. On Monday Peter's friend Rhys saw me walking back home from Mulaloo and offered a lift. Tuesday Kris dropped me off. Wednesday it was Ivan. Thurday it was Darren. Friday it was Joel. Saturday it was Ivan and then Kris. My neighbours, Bob and Wilma, were asking my dad which one was my boyfriend, and then he'd ask me, and i'd have to explain to him that I'm still single and yeah it made for some interesting times.

It also made me wonder where on earth have all my female friends disappeared to.

Kris in his evil pose. We were at Pancho's in Vic Park, which has the best Mexican food I've ever tasted. Plus everything is candle-lit so if you have a special someone you want to take out this is a classy joint that won't break the bank.

Went to Freo with Darren and stopped off here which is always a favorite.

Fettucini Pollo from Marconi's. Best with a Lemon Lime and Bitters as well as some DDR action and shopping.

Stopped here for some gelato because crappy Il Gelato don't put 2 flavours in the one cup/cone.(Despite the fact that for the past 4 years I've been going there they did it all the time without question.) Amaro's Jaffa gelato tasted better anyways.

Picture of Mullaloo beach and my feet covered in sand. I'd never swam in so much seaweed before.

Next up on my super brilliant (cough) roster is Kuwait. Hot meal service in 1.25 hours? Should be fun fun fun.

Labels: Homesick, Random Thoughts

Posted by Melissa at 11:26 am

3 comments

But what about the results that REALLY matter...

Hottest Golfer - Well, the consensus amongst us girls was Johan Edfors. Made an effort to bring decent fashion back to golf.

Biggest Flirt/Playboy - Miguel Angel Jiminez. Yeah, a 42 yo with red curly hair, minor beer gut and leopard print golf shoes is a real turn on.

Biggest Sook - Henrick Stenson. Yes, he may have won the tornament, but he could have done so without asking us to move all over the place. Wasn't really nice to us until after the win. Plus his caddy's really scary.

Strangest Moment - After we were briefed ready to go out onto the 18th hole, we saw Michael Schumacher and his entourage of 20 walk along the 17th. 20 minutes later Roger Federer walked past. 3 of us girls nearly fainted. He's as hot in real life as he is on the telly.

Who we wanted to win - Ernie Els or Ross Fisher. Both were really nice to us and didn't make a fuss. Plus Ernie was willing to take photos with some kids from the crowd which was pretty cool.

Friendliest guys - Toss up between Colin Montgomery, Michael Campbell and Tiger Woods. Probably Woods, seeing as though he's part Thai and he was scoffing down 2 Kit Kats whilst chatting with us.

Drama Queen - Lee Westwood. On more than one occasion he chucked a hissy fit at the crowd. Unlike Henrick he wasn't really in contention for the lead.

Who to look out for when next at the TAB - Rory McIlroy. He's only 18 or so and he was on stage with us, Els, Schumacher, 6 Sheikhs, 5 falcons and Stenson. Very cool.

The aura of greatness - Well, Greg Norman had it. But Sergio Garcia acted as if he was the best thing since sliced bread. I was kinda glad that he didn't make the cut. Woods had it too of course.