more crazy-sister shenanigans

Following on from this post, here's how my little-sis managed to leave a bad taste in my mouth post-Bali:

1. Existential crises characterised by late-night tears and monologues about utopian fantasies after lights out.


2. Fiscal conniptions regarding hypothetical credit card fraud.


3. A melt-down in customs that would have done anyone on Border Patrol proud.

All this happened in the last 2 days of a 12 day trip, effectively spoiling any good will I had built up during the holiday.

Good times... good times.

The teeth are crappy, and no doubt expensive

A bit of one of my top molars came loose last night. I've put it on the kitchen window sill and marvel at its small, white shininess while making tea.

Meanwhile, hot things, cold things, crunchy things, gelatinous things - indeed, all things - hurt when I eat them.

I have spoken to my dentist and am now on a cancellation waiting list. If no one cancels today then I will have to wait until Wednesday to be seen.

This is what I get for not making a dental appointment when I already knew for sure that I needed work done.

all about my crazy sister

My little-sis gets anxious about pretty much everything; and when she gets anxious - apart from quickly escalating straight to full-on inconsolable panic - her core body temperature goes up, resulting in nausea and vomiting. She also suffers from chronic motion sickness, inevitably resulting in nausea and vomiting.

At the time of traveling with me to Bali she was also suffering from an ongoing bronchial and ear infection resulting in - guess! Nausea and vomiting, dizziness and a general feeling of uneasiness about all things bodily.

You can imagine how awesome it was to undertake international air travel in her company. It wasn't the most expedient way to ensure a relaxing break from my currently less than ideal daily life.

How to know you're currently single:

Tonight my dinner consisted of camembert, brown onion soup and rye bread.

Now I am drinking sauvignon blanc while I watch a "delightful" movie starring Meg Ryan and Hugh Jackman.

...please, kill me now.

Bali Hai

I went to Bali to get:

1. rest
2. peace
3. perspective
4. warm
   
5. drunk

I achieved most of those things; hampered only by the fact that my sister is freakin' insane and the fact that the Balinese aren't very big on wine.

Don't get me wrong - beer has it's place in a warm climate, and cocktails are always an excellent medium for the transmission of plastic mermaids and naked-lady swizzle sticks; but I'm a piss pot who likes her fermented grape juices.

No matter. The shopping was fun and the accommodation more than acceptable. And we went to a water slide park. The awesomest water slide park I ever went to (and I've been to at least two others - oh yeah).

I have to admit that I was a little reticent about international holidaying with my sis... and I was correct to be concerned.

More on that in the next post.

The holiday has finally arrived!

It's been a massive slog to get to it but I do feel I've left the office in some semblance of organisation whilst I'm away. Surely 2 people between them can do what I do, right?

We'll see.

I have my doubts about one of them.

Anyway, my little sis and I are fucking off to Bali and I fully intend to chill out. Sadly, I know it will all be over too soon.