The weekend started off well with Directors’ drinks at Subi to celebrate the deadline weekend. Since I still had a few preparations to make for the weekend and Christel was also coming in from Adelaide that night, I went for one beer – which of course rather quickly turned into two, but I left it at that and went shopping in the city.
Chris’ flight came in at 10pm and we met just at the entrance of the terminal as I was walking up. I was so good to see her again after a few months and she looked hip and flashy as always. On a side note, Perth airport is tiny for a city this size! I think the only other airport I have been to that is smaller than Perth’s is Bentonville, Arkansas, which seemed to have been installed only for the Walton family to grow their Wal-mart business.
After a quick stop at home we were off to Subi to see who was left at the office – and can you believe there were actually people left. They were just about to walk out, so after carefully setting the alarm, we went for some kebabs and for another drink at Llama Bar which was bustling with life. Around 1am we were all ready to head home and prepare for a long day/night because it was Trevlyn’s birthday on Sunday and we were throwing a party at our apartment. Chris and I had some more catching up talk before we fell asleep just to be woken only very few hours later by the construction workers who, even on a Saturday, have to take out the air hammer at 7am. After rolling over a few more times, we were off to Freo for the day. Before that though I removed yet another love note from my car. And here I thought, I am getting a rather good handle on this parking issue.
After a hearty breakfast in Freo, walking around for a few hours in the sunshine, going into all the little boutiques to look at and try on expensive clothes, and a stroll through the market, we were just about to head back to the car, when a girl in one of the stores told us about a cute little cafe. Of course we had to try it out. Moore&Moore at the Moores Building is great and so is their chai latte which we sipped in their courtyard.
Next on the list of things to do was food shopping as we didn’t want our guests tonight to go hungry. First stop was the Boatshed in Cottesloe since I figured that would be my best bet for crab meat. My best bet turned quickly into a $60 per kilo affair and I decided to try my luck in a normal supermarket where you did not expect pearls to be included in the seafood. The Boatshed is a wonderful store otherwise, I do love looking around and wish I could also afford shopping there. We bought some cans of crabmeat at Woolworths together with several other things and off we were home to start preparing. Trevlyn was already getting very excited and after decorating the place and preparing the snacks, we all got ready. 8pm all was set and we waited for our guests to arrive. Being from Germany, I, of course, had the expectation that at least some of the people would actually show around that time. Around 8:30pm the first people started showing and the our Aussie friends arrived bit by bit between 9 and 11pm. The party had a really good turn out I thought and I do hope everyone had as much fun as I did. I will not go into too much detail about the party – what goes on tour stays on tour. I will say that – we had birthday cake, good food (the Maryland crab dip was a fav), drinks in all variations, colours and tastes. We did go out with the whole crew to Tiger Lillz around 11:30ish and apparently some other bar/club which I don’t remember but I was there, before ending up back at our place with the handful of people who were left at the end. We had no complaints from the neighbours, we did inform them about the party ahead of time, and the place is now again spotless. There are evidential photographs which may be used in the future for black mailing purposes and as such they will not be posted on this site nor on my website or anywhere else (I hope). Party was a good laugh and most importantly, Trevlyn enjoyed it and is now a year older and I felt 10 years older the day after.
Needless to say, Sunday was a waste of a day. I finally rolled out of bed at 10am to find the whole apartment spinning a little and our couch occupied and it wasn’t Christel. I dropped the occupant off home after a coffee and had a little nap. Come 1pm we had breakfast at Fast Eddies and then hung around for a few more hours while Trevlyn made eclairs. 5pm I dropped Christel back off at the airport. With eclairs and a movie we ended the weekend.
The tip of the iceberg was though that while we were partying it up, Trevlyn’s car got broken into – in our carpark together with 2 or 3 other cars parked downstairs. This was probably the first time I was happy not to have a parking space in our apartment building. My car was safely parked on the street in front of the building.
