You ARE the Saga

It's been well over two weeks since I last blogged, mainly because work has been so hectic that I don't have time to blog there! And when I get home, I'm usually occupied with other things again...
So, it's not about not having any material, it's about finding the time to tell the story...

The last few weeks have been quite rocky in a personal sense. All sorts of things have been happening in the background, and even more so in the foreground; where as I had it described to me today as: "You ARE the saga". In all, I've learnt a lot about myself and those around me. It has made me a better friend for it. Thanks to those that have stuck around - you know who you are.

On a more interesting note, last Wednesday Sean and I organised a bike washup at his place. Mmm, Bacardi and cola. He certainly knows how to keep this girl happy. Well, at least I was happy for a while...

So we're all out in the carpark washing the bikes, flinging some water and foam at each other, bantering and carrying on about who's bike is "ewww... feelthee" in their best Finnish accent. I'm cleaning the rims on my bike which haven't been touched since Dunborough (about two weeks ago), baked on dirt like you'd never believe. So he asks, "Hey Maya, would you get angry if..." I raise my head. *plop* "Woops" he says. *urge to kill rising*.
So he's gone and thought he could get some foam on my face, little did he know that the underdiluted truck wash he had just flung at me was slowly chewing at my cornea. I looked up at him in disgust as he's holding in his laughing. I hear "take a photo" coming from another so-called mate.

In the end, there was a photo of me with foam all over my left eye. It's best left out of view until I'm well and truly dead. From then on, I was not a happy camper. A few of us then headed out to Beaufort Street for a meal at Martino's. The pasta was good, the beer was cold, the restaurant was hot (air-con not working) and better yet, they forgot to charge us for the booze.

On Thursday, I went out for a blat on the R1 with Robin. We started in Scarborough with a meal and met up with Alex, then headed out for a spin up the coast to the Breakwater for a beer and a cigar. Talking shit and being merry. We then headed out to Maccas in Beldon where we had to "ride-thru" as the restaurant was closed. Robin then proceeded to rev the fuck out of his bike in the driveway and deafen all the staff, the cars behind and myself. Mmm, chicken nuggets with sweet and sour sauce. It was then off to the secret squirrel lookout of Ocean Reef Road where we took a cycle path up to a bench overlooking the ocean. More dribbling and chatting... then before we knew it, it was 3am. Time to head home for a few hours sleep.

Friday was fucked. That about sums it up. Had an unproductive meeting at work, one of the managers left, was falling asleep at my desk... *sigh* was glad the weekend was only hours away.