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"The only reason why we ask other people how their weekend was is so we can tell them about our own weekend."
- Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
With this in mind, I'm not even going to bother asking about your weekend. I'm just going to tell you about an amazing weekend that I had in Melbourne recently.
I was due for a catch up with some old friends and colleagues in Melbourne and decided to fly down on Friday morning and fly back on Sunday evening. Since I was going to be in Melbourne, in a hotel, I thought I may as well look up Freya Holiday and spend a few hours with her. I had a great time with her a month prior and Melbourne is where she is based so it was the obvious thing to do.
I texted her and she replied almost immediately with the suggestion that I should make it a weekend booking. Freya was keen to show me her home turf and I was keen to show her my hotel room.
With the deposit paid, I had to wait another week before I would get to see her (and my old friends and colleagues of course). Finally, the day arrived and I was so excited that I got to the airport two hours early.
I land and catch the Sky Bus into the city only to see a familiar face waiting for me - Freya! I had given her my itinerary and she had actually come to meet me at the bus terminal! And so began my weekend of exploring a city that I had only seen through the window of an office few times.
It was all a blur because, as they say - time flies when you're having fun, but I do remember Freya showing me the Aztec exhibition at the Melbourne Museum, Fitzroy, St Kilda and a host of great restaurants, most of the names of which I don't remember. Freya, if you're reading this, my apologies for not remembering the names of everything that you showed me. Next time (and there will be a next time), I'll write it all down.
We were based at my hotel in the CBD and whenever we were behind closed doors and the Do Not Disturb sign was placed on the door handle, Freya the Tour Guide turned into Freya the Duracell Bunny. Christ on a Bike! Freya and I did things that weekend that really pushed my boundaries. I thought I knew a lot but the lady taught me a few things. If I had to cut a long story short, my weekend effectively consisted of sightseeing, sex, eating, more sex and more eating. Repeat.
The one thing that really stands out about Freya though is that there was never an awkward moment or awkward silence. She is an absolute pleasure to be with - clothes on or off - for an extended period of time. Trust me, if you're going to spend 48+ straight hours with somebody, you're bound to get a little tired or annoyed with them at some point, no matter how good looking they are. Yet that never happened with her. Not once. From the time she picked me up at the Sky Bus terminal to the time she waved goodbye at the same place. I did get the 'evil eye' once though when I shot my load and some of it accidently landed on one of her shoes next to the bed.
So when did I catch up with friends and colleagues? I didn't. I lied and told them that I was ill and had to fly back to Brissie. I feel bad but then again, it gives me another excuse to visit Melbourne and see Freya again. It's a vicious cycle but I love the ride.
- Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
With this in mind, I'm not even going to bother asking about your weekend. I'm just going to tell you about an amazing weekend that I had in Melbourne recently.
I was due for a catch up with some old friends and colleagues in Melbourne and decided to fly down on Friday morning and fly back on Sunday evening. Since I was going to be in Melbourne, in a hotel, I thought I may as well look up Freya Holiday and spend a few hours with her. I had a great time with her a month prior and Melbourne is where she is based so it was the obvious thing to do.
I texted her and she replied almost immediately with the suggestion that I should make it a weekend booking. Freya was keen to show me her home turf and I was keen to show her my hotel room.
With the deposit paid, I had to wait another week before I would get to see her (and my old friends and colleagues of course). Finally, the day arrived and I was so excited that I got to the airport two hours early.
I land and catch the Sky Bus into the city only to see a familiar face waiting for me - Freya! I had given her my itinerary and she had actually come to meet me at the bus terminal! And so began my weekend of exploring a city that I had only seen through the window of an office few times.
It was all a blur because, as they say - time flies when you're having fun, but I do remember Freya showing me the Aztec exhibition at the Melbourne Museum, Fitzroy, St Kilda and a host of great restaurants, most of the names of which I don't remember. Freya, if you're reading this, my apologies for not remembering the names of everything that you showed me. Next time (and there will be a next time), I'll write it all down.
We were based at my hotel in the CBD and whenever we were behind closed doors and the Do Not Disturb sign was placed on the door handle, Freya the Tour Guide turned into Freya the Duracell Bunny. Christ on a Bike! Freya and I did things that weekend that really pushed my boundaries. I thought I knew a lot but the lady taught me a few things. If I had to cut a long story short, my weekend effectively consisted of sightseeing, sex, eating, more sex and more eating. Repeat.
The one thing that really stands out about Freya though is that there was never an awkward moment or awkward silence. She is an absolute pleasure to be with - clothes on or off - for an extended period of time. Trust me, if you're going to spend 48+ straight hours with somebody, you're bound to get a little tired or annoyed with them at some point, no matter how good looking they are. Yet that never happened with her. Not once. From the time she picked me up at the Sky Bus terminal to the time she waved goodbye at the same place. I did get the 'evil eye' once though when I shot my load and some of it accidently landed on one of her shoes next to the bed.
So when did I catch up with friends and colleagues? I didn't. I lied and told them that I was ill and had to fly back to Brissie. I feel bad but then again, it gives me another excuse to visit Melbourne and see Freya again. It's a vicious cycle but I love the ride.
