Here's my weekend ... in a nutshell.

On Friday night I was going to go to the beach with D to catch up with some friends (same friends that I went away for the weekend with recently), and then his car (the turbo one) just died less than half way down the street after being perfectly fine all day. Needless to say, the beach did not happen that night. We had to push the darned thing home, and then it took us an hour to work out what the problem was. It was not so bad - nothing in the engine itself, nothing electrical. Exactly as I was hoping, and saying to the sky and the car or anything that might be listening, "please let it be something simple and not engine related for once!" Well, something was listening - it was the fuel pump. Simple, and different ... but costly. A new pump has set him back $220. And that was after the guy discounted it from $300.

Saturday was spent trying to be a little active while holed up in my room watching dvds (so I was doing stupid things like jogging on the spot, and doing squats and stuff while watching a film - or more specifically, three films, and half a season of Charmed). In the evening, I went around to D's house and watched some tv with him, and enjoyed a dinner cooked by him - chicken marinated in soy sauce, sweet chilli sauce and honey, with rice and vegetables. Mmm! We had a rose wine that I particularly like as well - not because it was the best complement to the chicken (it wasn't, but it also wasn't bad though), but because I liked it and had purchased it prior to dinner being prepared. Mmmm, so tasty dinner - I would love to eat it again!

Sunday was also spent trying not to be inactive, and making up for a whole week of hiding in my room watch dvds when I wasn't at work. I went to a public swimming pool with Valentina and spent a couple of hours there. I did laps and spent some time in the sauna. I didn't stay long in the spa as some guy pinched my ass while I was in there (I got out pretty quick smart, and did not go back). After we finished at the swimming pool, we went to my favourite sushi restaurante and had sushi for dinner. Tasty! And shortly after that we went back to D's place because Valentina needed to take photos for her art project.

Valentina is doing a study on hands. so she's taking a lot of photos of people's hands doing various things. Old hands, young hands, hands on pregnant stomachs, hands holding mechanical bits and pieces, hands playing the piano and violin, and hands on body bits. More specifically, D's hands on my back. She asked me to sit naked on a stool with my back to the camera. Then she made him sit in front of me and more or less "hug" or hold me so that his hands were visible on my back to the camera. Then she took lots of pictures. I'm excited to have another photographer to go a bit crazy with. D was also full of great ideas when Valentina first told us she was out of inspiration.

After this, I scrambled back home to change and go out to see a friend. Tom's going to China and Thailand for a month and I haven't seen him in a good while, so I wanted to make an effort to catch up before he went. I met him at The Wave, a small one room club in the foyer area of the Hyatt Regency hotel. It was great, because even though Tom knows a lot of the people there (he's a regular, and has been dancing for a while so he knows all the teachers, professionals, and other advanced students) he'd come to spend his time with me - and I got to monopolise his skill as a dancer until I went home! lol. I had a lot of fun - I know the basics, but Tom has a strong lead and quite often just guides me into doing something fabulous and new that I have never done before without my even realising it. It's the best fun, and I always leave with a smile on my face. I only lost the beat once, and only bumped into him once, and only added one or two extra things that I wasn't supposed to do, lmao (like extra turns, etc). So. Much. Fun! I forgot how much I enjoy Latino dances - I will be going back again soon (as soon as Tom get's back from overseas, as I don't know anyone else at the club).

Lately, I've been talking about wanting to get a horse again ... but then the money would all go there, and I wouldn't have time to do dance classes. In fact, I don't have enough money to do all the dance classes that I want to either - belly dancing, salsa, flamenco ... SIGH! I have to work out my priorities, lol!

So, I've owed you guys this story for a while now ...

A couple of weekends ago, I went out to the family farm of the girlfriend of one of D's friends. They were there to ride motorbikes, which I have to say are not ... completely my thing. I didn't not enjoy it, but it wasn't the most wonderful thing that ever happened to me omgbqq.

Anyway, I did have fun, and y'all will be proud of me for not stalling the first time I took off, or sitting there for 15 minutes before taking off. In fact, I waited only two minutes and took off because I was thinking that if I didn't just do it, my nerves would get the better of me.

And yeah, I had slight nerves. It's hard not to when your mother drums it into you for 22 years that "you must never get on a motorbike. They're not safe!"

So, anyway, I did stall the second day that I took the bikes out - the first time I went on the road, went faster than 20kph, and changed gear - but that was because S (who, I must acknowledge, very kindly did slow down so as not to scare me) scared me when he went past. I had the helmet on which meant I couldn't hear the bike coming up from behind me, so the first I knew of it was when he shot into the side of my vision and when J shouted "stop!" Well, I stopped for sure. Although, I hadn't actually taken off yet. I just let go of everything! Oops. That included the clutch. Which stalled the bike, lol.

Anyway, that's not the story you're waiting for. The story you're waiting for is why and how I fell off. And when. It's quite short, and here it is:

I fell off when the bike was stationary and turned off.

Yes, folks. I fell off when the bike wasn't moving. I was trying to get off, and forgot to put the stand down, and then my jeans were too tight to allowed me to lift my leg over the saddle of the bike, so I started to lean sideways, and the bike started to lean, and then we both just toppled over sideways with my leg still in the air.

And that, folks, epitomises my relationship with anything with two wheels. I fall off while I'm stationary, or I fall over them before I even get on (another story, for another time, unless y'all already heard it).

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