This weekend was one of those weekends where so much happened, that come the moment where you switch off the light and snuggle down into your doona on Sunday night, it’s almost impossible to believe that so much actually went down. But this is how it went…
A late night road trip to the Hunter Valley and a much needed complimentary drink on arrival, an hilarious stranger calling me Superwoman (something to do with my glasses…), waking up to a perfect 30 degree-blue-sky day, washing away the toothpaste taste with a sip of Semillon followed by a day of wine tasting including Old Tawny Port, Spritzante Lizzie, a gutsy shiraz and a good looking botrytis, a simple dinner in a quiet courtyard, the roar of elation from a pub full of people watching the Wallabies beat the All Blacks in the final minute of the game, a blast from the past, being the first people on d-floor & proceeding to carve it up (thank you Barbara Streisand!), discovering I like Canadian Club & dry (now, that was unexpected), a crippling hangover (not so unexpected…), finding out my bestie just got engaged (much screaming & excitement), a very hot trip minus air con back to Sydney, wind-swept hair from driving at 110kmh on the F3 with the windows down (see previous point), handing out Halloween candy to trick-or-treaters and topping it all off by becoming an auntie again, to a gorgeous nephew.
What did I learn from all this activity?
That one can be amused, surprised, entertained, disappointed, excited, relieved, humbled and overjoyed all in the space of 48 hours.
Oh, and that girls weekends are an endless source of good times and hilarity and that my nephew brings to an end the ongoing arrival of little girls in my life. Welcome Hugo.