Weekend away
My long weekend started on Friday where I took a well deserved day off after all my overtime. The accomodation was booked, the heater was packed, along with about 40 DVDs between us. Those of you who know me and Moishii know that we never have a "normal" get away. Booking the accomodation was a nightmare since every place we tried to book was taken an hour before we called. We finally settled on the only accomodation still available for the whole of Katoomba and made our booking. I booked online, sent a follow up email afterwards to try and confirm our booking. Called the woman's mobile numerous times and sent her multiple smses. Worried the place would get booked out, I eventually got through to her mobile. I basically said:
"Hi, my name is Lily and I tried to make a booking last night....."
"Oh! You're the one who sent me the SMS?"
"Yes I..."
*Hangs up*
"Wot da......"
I called back multiple times, each time getting her voicemail. That bitch hung up on me! I was ready to call it quits and cancel the whole weekend when she finally called me back after a few hours. Apparently her phone is dodgy and she doesn't know how to send an SMS. Whatever. FREAK. I booked and paid for the accomodation only to get multiple emails from her confirming and reconfirming and triple confirming the details I've given her about 5 times. We wanted to meet this woman. She could be the next $40 woman. But it wasn't to be. She refused to see us and basically left the key on the balcony for us to dig up.
We walk into the house and it looks like an antique shop. There were things EVERYWHERE. Moishii's room was covered from head to toe with hats. Thats right. HATS. My room was filled with teddy bears and dolls. Not cutesy ones, but hand made dolls with evil x eyes staring at you at night. The whole house was like the Big Brother room. There was room after room after rooms. Each room had like 2-3 doors opening into other places which had doors that opened to other places!


We started panicking trying to find the living room because we were getting lost in the house. We finally found a livingroom that had a fireplace that was blocked off, this is when I start having a fit since the only reason we booked the place was because there was supposed to be a fireplace. Then the second panic attack began. WHERES THE TV? We scan the room trying to find a TV only to find this:

We unload all our crap (Half of which was DVDs) in the pouring rain into the freezing cold house before we made a run for the car. We were staying fairly close to the Katoomba shops, so off we were to grab some food and do some exploring.
You'd think that we would learn to relax and enjoy the mountains. No. We found ourselves at Flight Centre within an hour of arriving so we can grab brochures on Italy, Greece and Turkey. Yes I know we have about 50 of those brochures, and we know exactly what we want to do in Greece (More specifically Mykonos) and Turkey, but thats not the point! The brochures could be kindling for our fireplace!
2 hours later and we were freezing our butt off. We go back to the house and get the fire going. Within an hour we had a roaring fireplace, food, wine and DVDs. There were candles all over the room, but not in a romantic way. More in a "lets do a seance and film" type way. Talking about filming, our home videos came out.
Immediately after I finished my undergrad, I started my postgrad degree in Design Computing and Moishii was doing Digital Design. We had similar subjects, but that wasn't enough. We decided to do the same electives. Knowing our history together, we picked the most perfect subject for us. "Film Production" and "Script Writing". Part of the classes involved writing and producing short films. For Film Production, neither of us could be bothered doing any of the work such as Makeup, lighting, camera etc. So we volunteered to be the actors instead thinking we would get it easy. The scene we had to film was from L.A. confidential. Now I've never seen the movie, and I shot the scene without knowing what the hell was going on. Basically it was along the lines of me having to seduce Moishii. Rewatching that clip had me cringeing and wanting to poke my own eyes out with a hot poker. But I lived through that clip.
Next up was all the filming we did for script writing. Basically every student had to write a short script, cast the script using our class mates and film it. This is where I did my infamous "Labour" scene where I had random strangers come up to me afterwards telling me how they watched my performance and absolutely loved it. Apparently my lecturer started showing my performances to other people. I was also cast as a "shy bank teller" and a student who stuttered. I can never watch myself on TV, let alone on a 3x5m lecture screen. I didn't show up for the final class where they did the screening of all the movies. According the Moishii, the lecture couldn't stop raving about my performances and got everyone into a discussion about ME for 40mins of the class, whilst blasting another girl's performance who had studied in an acting school in France and starred in multiple commercials etc.
Its been a good 4 years since I filmed the scenes and I felt that I was finally ready to face myself on TV. Before watching the DVD, me and Moishii discussed what happened and came to the conclusion that I had starred in 3 short films and was loved by the lecturer, and he was not picked for a single film. He was totally offended that no one had cast him in any of the movies, but he still wanted to watch it anyway.
First movie was my "Shy bank teller" scene where I am getting yelled at by a customer who is demanding to see my manager. I panic and tell him the Manager isn't here and he continues to scream at me. so I try to pacify him by saying "I'll go find the Manager". Suddenly Moishii storms onto the screen yelling he's the Bank Manager. WHAT DA FARK!?!?! A laughing fit started and lasted for a good 5 minutes. Neither of us ever remembering him being in a part of my movie. What the hell?? He wasn't supposed to be on anything!!!
We watched my Labour scene where my water breaks but no one would take me to the hospital, then there was my stuttering scene. Thinking it was all over, we played the next movie where suddenly Moishii finds himself on screen as a Police Chief!! What the hell??? WHY IS HE STARRING IN ANYTHING!! HE WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE IN ANYTHING! We finally calm down and continue to watch him crack onto another character who we could barely see because the camera work was so shocking, then all of a sudden you hear me in the background interupting the scene because I was his secretary!! WHAT THE HELL?????? WHY AM I IN THIS SCENE?? I'M ONLY SUPPOSED TO BE IN 3 MOVIES!!!!! We had to stop the DVD because our laughing fits were getting so bad! This is scary!! I don't remember filming ANY of those scenes! Neither of us remember doing ANY of that!!!
Ontop of that, I found out that I was in HALF of the movies! I starred in 5 of the movies, and I was an extra in almost every single movie with the exception of 3! I was the new "Gym Instructor" and Moishii was a weight pumping horny guy who tried to hit on me only I ended up going out with his friend. Moishi found himself with a small cameo part in another movie whilst I was an extra roaming around in the rest of the films!! This is so scary! We don't remember doing ANY of that stuff!! Its like we had a 6months blackout of our lives and we're suddenly catching up! We dealt with this new knowledge the only way we knew how. Alcohol. Alcohol with more home videos of our last trip in 2005.
Waking up the next day with a sore throat from all the laughing, we tried to do some sight seeing only to see fog. There was jackall to see!




We decided to stop by the local chocolate factory for a bit of warming up and went back home only to be greeted by a mouse in the livingroom causing me to tip boiling hot tea all over myself! Again, we had the fire roaring by 5pm and settled in for the night. We decided to go all out and cook a nice dinner:








I'm not too sure exactly what happened, but it involved a phone call, a video camera, and somehow I got drenched from head to toe with a bottle of water. Moishii was screaming that we were out of wine whilst I was screaming that I was drenched and Cherry was screaming that we went on holiday without her. In the midst of all the screaming, there was alot of falling off the chair and laughing fits. We called it a night when Moishii passed out and Soccer was about to start.


The next day was basically a huge hangover with sleep deprivation thrown in. With the weather looking a bit better, we went for a drive around Leura and other lookouts only to end up at Echo Point again.


Atleast this time we could see the damn 3 sisters. The only problem was that it was 2degrees and the wind was killing us! You'd think people would dress in layers and layers of clothes to keep warm, well guess again. We saw 2 Korean chicks in mini skirts and little tops! WTF? I hope you freeze your ass off! We quickly duck into a coffee shop for some well deserved caffiene and fresh scones with cream and jam. mmmmmm After burning the insides of my throat with the coffee, we hop back into the car and race home to get the fire started. The weather was close to 2degrees with icy cold wind biting into us. By this stage I had fully mastered the art of building a fire, and I kinda went a tad nuts with the firewood. The owner had a huge, and I mean HUGE pile of wood saved in the backyard, and we went through 1/3 of it in the 3 days we were there. But I didn't care, we were cold!!!
Since it was our last night, we went all out to cook another wonderful meal:


"The difference between the two teams is Robben (The soccer player)"
"Its typical when you play 3 games, if you lose one, you're already 50% out of the game."
I don't know what it was, but those 2 lines set off a huge laughing fit in Moishii I've never seen before.
All in all, it was a good weekend with the exception of the freaky house owner and the multiple laughing fits! These laughing fits were worse than all of Greece, Turkey and the US thrown together!



















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