king of the mountain

oh, i don't feel so good.
it's 11am and i've been up about half an hour, had some breakfast, etc etc.
seems i've finally reached my limit.
we did get home by midnight and i was asleep by about 1 or 1.30, but still. the combination of dancing on concrete floors for hours, staying up late and massive amounts of snot (goddamn cat hair) have taken their toll. needless to say, i'm looking gorgeous and am well worth a visit to rose bay...

last night we had some people around for dinner (mostly small people, one of whom weighs only 17kgs. even though she's 6. so we ate a ham that was a third of her body weight. a ham which was basted in a delicious combination of cider cider vinegar, dijon mustard, orange rind, port, brown sugar, ground cloves, allspice, and with cloves pricked into it all over. we ate much ham. the squeeze was most pleased. the salad was pretty special: lots of green, organic tomatos, organic garlic (which absolutely ROCKS. it was SO wonderfully aromatic).
and i've just had bacon and spinach for breakfast. with organic tomatos.
and dad has just gone out to see a washing machine about a dog, with instructions to go to jackman and mcross for bush honey and sunflower seed bread.
we MUST go back there before we go: i will take photos, i promise, ladies.

so what did we do last night? well, after the dinner, we went to see a band called the cakewalking babies at the pub. they were GREAT! dixie-esque (but shwinging) with some serious bpmage happening. alas, the taswegians aren't familiar with the cake walk, so there was no lovely dance/music synergy. i will endeavour to remedy that.
ok, so we danced like fools, got really hot and sweaty and had such fun. that's one of the nicest things about smaller or newer swing scenes - greater emphasis on live music for dancing. kind of a 'get it where you find it' sort of approach (or, as the squeeze said in all seriousness the other day, 'if you've got em, smoke em'). but it did mean dancing on concrete, so my ankles are complaining again... but it was such fun!

and then home to bed. or rather, home to an episode of king of the hill, and then to bed, where i was overcome by a fit of extreme crankiness and needed to pass out right then.

right now i'm sitting at the kitchen table with my back resolutely towards the mountain (ok, so i peek a bit): it's been quite cold here lately and while it's a bit warmer, i really should close the door. i don't think we'll do any walking this trip, but that's ok: we have danced a lot, and we're enjoying the sloth. but dang it's so tempting when there's all that glorious nature out there just waiting for us...
right now scotti is trying to convince me, via im, that he's a mountain man. i feel that his knowledge of posh hobart bars and passion for jazz might just work to the contrary in that argument. i concede him the title king of the hill.