Wherefore art thou Sydney Socialite


Dear Sydney,

It has been a while since this online diary of mine was updated. Apologies, I have been extremely busy with work, finding an investment property, planning a trip to Thailand (I am going in August, Yay!), spending time with the family and as always running a muck with my friends.


Quick Social Timeline:
* 25/04/2008 - Dinner at Hurricanes
* 04/05/2008 - Shopping at Bondi Westfields
* 10/05/2008 - Weekend Holiday at Wollongong
* 16/05/2008 - Dinner (at Hungry Jacks) and a movie with Mr. Honda Accord Euro. He is becoming a tight ass in his old age LOL
* 17/05/2008 - A birthday Dinner at Sahra by the River
* 19/05/2008 - Dinner at some Korean BBQ place
* 23/05/2008 - Drinkies at Bar333
* 31/05/2008 - Weekend Holiday at Moss Vale
* 06/06/2008 - Girls Only Dinner at Sahara
* 07/06/2008 - SATC (Gold Class) during the day
* 07/06/2008 - Clubbing at Skye Gardens
* 13/06/2008 - Drinkies at the Firehouse

The Boy Situation:
*I have a dirty little secret. I needed to say that but that's all I'm going to say...

*The Not-Boyfriend has been msning, txting and emailing. He wants me to sleep over. I thought about it. My decision is no.

*Whilst at Wollongong I slept in the same bed with a really good friend. He is male. He has a girlfriend. They are in a serious relationship. We spooned. Nothing else. Very innocent. We promised each other that we wouldn't tell the girlfriend. Is that bad? For some reason I feel guilty... (Comments on this particular situation will be appreciated)

*I had an msn encounter with an annoying boy from the past. I will call him Ripped, because he has a magnificently ripped body. He would be attractive if he had a total personality makeover. When you get to know him he screams NEEDINESS and is so emotionally draining to talk to.

Anyways off to attend to my dirty little secret ;)

Your Socialite. xx

Another Trashy Weekend

Dear Sydney,

I spent nearly the entire weekend drinking. It is now Tuesday and my head still hurts. Here is a quick summary (weekend started Friday mid-day):

  • Friday 12:00 Team Lunch (Celebrate an internal promotion)
  • Friday 16:00 Quarterly Awards
  • Friday 19:00 Dinner at Spanish Terrazas
  • Friday 22:00 A couple of drinks at the Scary Canary

"we bought Jager Bombs and Sambuca shots for everyone and half the group dropped the Sambuca Shots into the Red-Bull instead of the Jagermeister, it was the funniest thing ever!"

  • Friday 23:30 The Arygle
"I LOVE the Arygle! I love it! I love it! Being there makes me sooo happy. Even when the Booty and her boyfriend had the biggest fight ever and were yelling at each other in front of everyone I was still sitting there smiling. I LOVE the Arygle! "
  • Saturday 09:00 Meet friends for breakfast (no sleep in and a very bad headache)
  • Saturday 19:00 Pre-drinks at a friends house
  • Saturday 21:00 Drinks at the Pink Pepper Tree lounge
"This was meant to be a quiet "girls night". Not only did we get a very large amount of male attention, we were also surprised to realise that we were crashing a hen's night and got a preview of topless male waiters (with extremely nice bodies) and even a little strip show. I was pleased the stripper didn't remove his underwear. It turned out the stripper was a boy I went to high school with (a Catholic high school)."

Hope your weekend was as fantastic as mine.

Your Socialite. xx

The Princess and the Wicked Room Mate


Dear Sydney,

Once upon a time there was a princess. She lived at the Gold Coast and moved to Sydney to pursue a career. Being a new Sydneyette she had no friends and had to share accommodation with a random boy. Little did she know that this random boy was a random wierdo. The princess spent her first three weeks tolerating his bahaviour.

One day the princess came out of the shower to find him lying naked on her bed. She stormed out of the apartment and sat herself at a gay bar in Kingscross to think things through. Whilst there she met a nice gay couple who cheered her up. The three of them partied all night. When the princess arrived home in the early hours of the morning she found the boy still naked on her bed. She physically yanked him out. He then ran into the lounge, sat his naked body on the floor and started crying. A few days later she moved out.

The princess now resides in her very own and very chic Bondi apartment and is living happily ever after. One day I also hope to have an apartment just like hers.

Your Socialite. xx

Whaaaat? There’s a Mrs. Bad Boy?!?


Dear Sydney,

Guess what I found out today... Bad Boy is in a relationship!!! If only his woman knew what he gets up to when she’s not around! Like, is sending sexual text and picture messages to other girls considered cheating? I would not be happy if my Mr. Right was sending messages like:

"I've been fantasizing about you for ages...wen I'm in the mood all I can think about is how it'd feel to be deep inside you!"

I was FUMING when I heard about it! How does a prick of a guy get a relationship? And since when do Bad Boys want relationships? And WHY didn’t he tell me (he was in one)? Not only is he in a relationship, the girl is stunning, and smart too!! How these things happen I do not know!

Let’s hope to all things good that my Mr. Right is nothing like the Bad Boy and let’s also hope that Sydney has better men to offer, for my sake and for the sake of all the single ladies out there.

*Sighs*

Your Socialite. xx

A Honda Accord Euro and Cafe Sydney

Dear Sydney,

I was so glad to get out of the house after the episode with Bad Boy. I felt even better knowing that I was actually going to be with a guy that actually cares for me. Mr. Honda Accord Euro is my Ex-boyfriend. We were together for a little over three years, but have been broken for 16 months. (It’s called a break up, because it’s broken). We have shared so many memories and still have so much respect for each other that we have decided to stay friends. He always was and still is one of my best friends.

Anyways when I announced to everyone that I didn’t want to turn 25, Mr. Honda Accord Euro decided that we should do a dinner, just the two of us. (He also recommended a hotel room at Star City, for just the two of us, but I exploded and he instantly retracted his statement).

He picked me up in his car. A sexy white Honda Accord Euro, with a leather tan interior, sunroof, heated seats and silver magz. It didn’t take long to find parking; the city was unusually quite for a Saturday night.

Café Sydney did not disappoint and the night was perfect. Not only is there a beautiful view of the Harbour Bridge, but the food is amazing and the cocktails are divine. I strongly recommend the Honey Heke Cocktail, the Grilled prawns and The Goat Cheese and Spinach Naan. I also tried the Samosa; they were good but pretty average.

After the fabulous dinner we went over to Cruise Bar, not a place I would recommend, but it did the job. It was there that I encountered a HAIR SNIFFER. Hair Sniffers are those men that randomly sniff hair. Like, I don’t know if anyone else comes across these strange people, but I seem to attract them anywhere and everywhere! One time Mr. Honda Accord Euro nearly punched a man’s face in for randomly sniffing my hair in a Westfield. So here I am, at the bar and the guy standing next to me sniffs my hair (hair touching included)!!!

We didn’t stay out to long, Mr. Honda Accord Euro is 7yrs my senior and a little over the late nights/early mornings. So we left the city in the sexy Honda. When we arrived at my drop off point (I was staying at the Booty’s) I kissed Mr. Honda Accord Euro on the cheek, gave him a cuddle and left the car. It was a perfect evening and I felt blissfully content.

Your Socialite. xx


Bad Boy, Round three - A Topless Affair


Dear Sydney,

After I thought it was over, he messages again and has made me EXTREMELY furious. Not only has he ruined the perfect break up to a perfect not-relationship, but he has also left me feeling emotional and upset. I can't believe he sent me another topless photo! This is exactly the type of guy I need to keep away from. Aaargh!!!!

Bad Boy: Hey, how ru? Still keeping a low profile?
Moi: Im gud thx. Not really im out n abt agn. Went to the ivy on thurs and went to a some club last night. tonigt going to café syd then perhaps kings cross after. Hows u?
Bad Boy: No way u were out in the area last night! So was I after the wedding.. u should’ve let me knw! Lol.. Well I’m still in bed recovering frm last night atm then not sure..
Moi: yeah same im still in bed. I didn’t thnk u wantd to talk to me after our long sms convo the other nyt
Bad Boy: Why’s that ?
Moi: Have no idea. :) u have no plans 4 2nyt?
Bad Boy: Hmm not going clubbing that’s for sure..i have a huge bucks weekend next Weekend so probably resting..so u thought I wouldn’t talk to u because..come on there’s gotta be a reason
Moi: so many ppl u knw r getting married… mmm I don’t knw thut the conversation would scare u off..
Bad Boy: Why would it of scared me off…its good to hear that you would’ve had fun with me b4 its just really too bad it didn’t happen…I dnt mean to get back into that topic but I’m a lil hung over atm n I’m lying here rock hard n all I feel like doing is having some really hard sex lol…sorry just had to say.. So ur still at home..
Moi: still at home. Afta that conversation ur still fantasizing bout me? Haha who can blame you, I’m hot stuff!
Bad Boy: I’ve been fantasizing about you for ages…wen I’m in the mood all I can think about is how it’d feel to be deep inside you! Yea you are hot stuff lol n it’d be soo good to have u sitting ontop of me right now lol
Moi: *insert Bad Boys real name here* what am I going to do with you?
Bad Boy: I could think of a few things… ;) ;)
Moi: your so terrible to me
Bad Boy: Haha I soo am not…how do you figure?
Moi: Your just a bad bad boy
Bad Boy: Soo… you need a lil bit of badness with all ur goodness every now n then n u knw it! Hehe ru telling me u wouldn’t want to knw how it feels to have me inside you, deep inside you?
Moi: Not really, unless you wanted to have my babies haha
Bad Boy: Ahh no, no babies for me yet sorry lol… Ok fine fine then mood killer! I knw deep down u really want it anyway so dnt worry I knw ur too shy to say nething lol, its just a shame u dnt wanna get wat u want haha.
Moi: I ALWAYS get what I want! ALWAYS.
Bad Boy: Na I think ur too scared…
(at this point I was just going to ignore him and get on with the day, then he sends another message)
Bad Boy: Sorry lol I guess fantasizing gets me into trouble with you huh
Moi: You could say that. I need to start getting ready. I guess I’ll hear from you when your in the mood again.
Bad Boy: Na I think I’m learning I keep getting shut down lol (15min pause)
Bad Boy: So you on ur way out now? I just got up lol… (5min pause)
Bad Boy: Have a goodnight, thought u could use this cause you deleted my other one… *insert photo of Bad Boy topless*

Aaargh!!!!

Your (very upset) Socialite. xx

Quarter of a century


Dear Sydney,

On Friday I turned a quarter of a century and tried to hide from the world. I was extremely unsuccessful. I received 20 happy birthday messages before 9am, was welcomed to work with balloons, a box of chocolates, cards and a scratchy. My mobile and desk phone were ringing all day with happy birthday greetings. I even got an email from my financial advisor’s silent partner and to top it off the Face and the Body sent me a dozen Gerberas (from roses only) delivered to work. I felt like a princess!

I spent the evening having dinner with my mother and sister, consuming free daiquiris, losing a fair bit of money on the roulette and having my cards read. We had such a great time!

Now, I don’t actually believe everything card readers say, but the one I had this particular night was extremely accurate about my personality, the past 6 months of my life and my current situation. She said some pretty funky stuff about the next 12 months. Apparently I’m in for a good romantic relationship and heaps of sex. I wonder how accurate she is about that.

P.S. Mr. Work Colleague Update
I sent Mr. Work Colleague an email to make sure he wouldn’t say anything about my promotion. The sneak asked for my number and I felt obligated to give it to him, like he would blackmail me if I didn’t. Let’s just hope he does not call.


Your Socialite. xx