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Listening to: Incubus – Dig
“Always have each other when everything else is gone ”

Now I’m normally the laziest ass in the world period. Especially when it comes to uploading pics - I can takes 50 million shots and the pictures will remain in my camera until I can no longer take a picture. So when it comes to uploading some of them on my blog you can imagine the procastination that occurs. Therefore while the kettle boils the water for my afternoon tea I’ll quickly show you what I’ve been up to while inspiration strikes.

First off – My Chemical Romance at the Entertainment Centre. Of course no cameras were allowed so I took the most minimum of pics when my cameraphone accidentally snapped open.

I realise you can’t actually see them but the pyrotechnics was reallllly bright the minute I decided to take this photo – but at least you can see the really eager mosh pit MCR rocked it out by the way.

The Boho Bar

Hans from Nova who quite happily posed for us and told us to “put it on Facebook”. Which we did
He also serenaded Shing very especially. Note the uncomfortable smile.
They had some radical dip too.

So yeah Boho was awesome – great music, good food, nice waiters, awesome theme Do check it out.

Next on the menu was the Barossa Valley, which is winemaker territory – what South Australia is infamous for. Mind you most of these pics were taken while zooming down the highway in a moving car so if they’re a bit blurry you’ll know why

This is the Dam where the Whispering Wall is situated – someone stands at one end of the dam (not seen) and someone else stands at the other end (see below) and the two can communicate to each other as though via speakerphone with no delays or echoes! It was amazing and I felt like a kid again discovering the wonderment of the speaking via two cans attached by a string.

Me again, waiting for my friend Ness to speak to me via the hole at the other end of the dam.

And it’s always a plus to spot a wild kangaroo…

…or three. The big momma one on the left watched us to make sure we rolled up our windows and left without coming near her little joeys. Trust me you don’t mess with wild roos. The Mafia ain’t got squat on them.

The parting shot of Jacob’s Creek in Ness’ rear view mirror.

Okay so after tasting so much wine it was coming out my nose, I bought two port wines for dad and headed home. The whole wine tasting and testing is such a cultured experience it makes most of my other days seem so…crass. It’s also a bit like being treated like royalty – everyone quite happily serves you little portions of whatever wine you choose as you work your way down the wine list from whites to reds to ports that you feel quite high once you’ve gone to about 4 cellars – either from the wine or the treatment, I am not quite sure.

Later we went back and OD’ed on Indian food.
Dynamite Sunday. Once I get photos from our wonderful but unsucessful crabbing pics, those will be up too Til then..

 Take care my boobies, I mean babies.