Come fly with me...

After a relatively non eventful Friday night (though we did watch Tropic Thunder...errr...?), we woke this morning ready for a long day...first spent scouring YouTube with Argiro trying to find old Tina Turner NRL ads, which we both agree are far better than the crap they come up with now.

Looking with trepidation to the grey skies above, we drove out to Camden so Jo could finally use his Christmas present - a voucher to fly a light aircraft alongside a real pilot! Very exciting. When we arrived at the airport for the flight, Jo and the pilot did their pre-flight business (pre-flight business? What a way to put it.) and then before i knew it they were up and away, despite some light rain. Of course i had to wait in the hanger until they returned, chewing my nails with worry and wondering what i was thinking getting this for Jo in the first place...but it all turned out jolly well, because they were back in no time, and he seemed thrilled with the whole thing, so that was good.

Jo, with his trusty craft...

Discussing pre-flight business



In the cock-pit

Me with a plane

We rushed back home to go to shopping for tonight - Jo has the boys over cause it's a big sports night - FA Cup final and Super 14 final - and then i headed in to the city to meet Kat for a movie, and then some dinner. We saw Angels and Demons, which was, on the whole, MUCH better than the DaVinci Code - which was trash, by the way. I think part of the problem is i think Tom Hanks has been completely miscast. Of course, i am no expert, just a mere movie-goer with a strong opinion on all things big screen. I love going to the movies, even though it's criminal what they charge these days - and P.S, that's before popcorn, in it of itself disgracefully priced.

But back to movies, i love them, truly i do. Old movies, new movies, and that particularly scary category - 80s movies. Hello Dirty Dancing. Hello Footloose. How long's it been since we last dallied. About time they got another viewing i say.

Anyhow. After the movie, we had one of my favourite things - Peking Duck - in china town. I could eat Duck pancakes all day, so it's lucky they only let you have a few, let me tell you. Followed my cinnamon croissants and cappuccino at Deli France. A very entertaining evening, despite having to walk back to Kat's car in the pouring rain...both of us squealing at every puddle, every mad dash to cross a road...very amusing.

Here's Kat being attacked by the tea pot. Well. We set this shot up, I'll admit. But previous to that, she really did get attacked by the blasted pot. The lid, to be precise. Tricky things to operate.

And so, back home after a fun evening - to more fun actually, with Jo, Tony, Turnsie, Adrian and Kevin awaiting my imminent arrival so the real fun could begin...well not really, but that's how it should have been. Tony and I took to the floor with an inspiring rendition of "I've had the time of my life" before the football began, just to get everyone into the party spirit.

Watching The Other Boleyn Sister now, which I'm rather enjoying, though i didn't think i would. I think i have the book somewhere at home, so I'll have to read it now. Anne Boleyn is about to have her head chopped off, so i better go watch. Night all!