… that can’t spell. But this was worse. It was a business.
I was grabbing some lunch at a Cairns shopping centre yesterday when I looked over and saw a business displaying the following large sign: “Juices, Shakes, Crapes”. Now I know there is a word “crape” but who uses that spelling for deliciously light and soft pancakes!
… to fake an accent after a few drinks but without having listened to a real accent before trying. I was supposed to participate in this challenge Friday night just gone but I decided silence was the best option!
I went out for a few drinks with my cousin, Keryn, and a couple of her friends. I was going to put a photo here of the two of us but I don’t have one that either of us would appreciate being viewed!
We decided we were in the mood for a bit of a groove but only if it were to some music we knew and could sing along to. The best spot for this in Brisbane City is apparently the Downunder Bar which is underneath the Palace Backpackers. I’m only familiar with the place because a few male friends claimed it was THE spot to pick up back in “the day”. For this very good reason, admittance to the bar is only gained with either a foreign passport, a student ID or a hotel key. Essentially, you have to prove you are not from these parts or are a student. Since none of us had the requirements Keryn decided we could all fake an Irish accent. Well, she convinced the doorman with her accent despite only having a Queensland drivers licence for ID and then Britt did the same. Me? I just looked at him blankly, flashed my drivers licence and nodded dumbly. Worked a treat!
We had a great time grooving even if you do have to drink out of plastic cups and Britt realised later that she had a hotel key in her bag so the accents were for nought!
… call, don’t send emails! I know on occasion I may in my haste type the wrong “their/there/they’re” but in a business email, you need to spell check!
We’ve been trying to get a part on our car fixed and it’s taking ages for the part to come in. Today I followed them up and received the usual “it’s on backorder” response. But here’s the kicker … “thanks for your patients”. I’ve heard of retailers saying “thank you for your custom” but never heard of a doctor or anyone else saying “thank you for your patients”.
… is the best way to spend an evening.
In my search for a wedding venue I was excited to discover that the Brisbane Powerhouse has just undergone a refurbishment and that one of its re-opening acts was Meshel Laurie. Sure, I was more excited about Meshel Laurie than the refurbishment but I’m sure you realised that.
For those who don’t know who Meshel Laurie is, she’s a stand-up comic, TV/Radio personality. You might remember her from such TV shows as Rove Live, Spicks and Specks, The Glasshouse and she is the current co-host of the Nova breakfast show in Brisbane. Anyway, I hadn’t been to a stand up show in ages so Jack and I went along to her preview night.
We were very nervous when we realised that we were in the front row. Yes, row AA. Thankfully, Laurie doesn’t tend to isolate and destroy her front row audience, just chat to them, ask them their name and where they’re from and then just make relevant references about them and comments to them throughout the show. It was a thoroughly enjoyable show about her dealing with her weight throughout her life, doesn’t sound funny I know. A few topics fell a little flat but I particularly liked her discussions about not wanting to talk about her weight on TV in case people realised she was fat - she particularly didn’t want her husband to find out!
I strongly recommend that next time you see that a comedian you know is doing a show in your town, you get along. Maybe not in the front row but get yourself an inconspicuous ticket. And, if you’re willing to take a chance, the Powerhouse has free local stand up comics and bands every Sunday - Livewired and Livespark - I can’t remember which is which.
… I’m still open to suggestions as to what I can buy Jackson for his birthday. Sure, it was over a month ago and sure, he’s still angling for a BIIIIIIG television but I think we all know that I’m not going to buy him a TV because he’ll buy himself one and since I have this sparkling thing on my finger now, I’ve got to get him something!!!!
… I give in to the pressure. For all those people who keep saying, “Emma, when are you going to write a blog about getting engaged”. Here it is!!
So, for all those people that I haven’t called and who may occasionally stumble across my blog, Jackson asked me to marry him and I said, “Really?”. Don’t panic, I didn’t leave it at that, I did say yes eventually. To answer all of the questions that you’re sure to have, refer below:
1. No, he didn’t get down on one knee. Given the rough terrain of the headland on which we were sitting, chances are he may have toppled down into the sea and, let’s face it, I may not have managed to get the ring off him in time 
2. No, we haven’t set a date. We’ve got a date we’re working with but so far we don’t have a venue so we don’t really have a date.
3. Yes, my engagement ring is beautiful and it’s actually one he picked himself though I’d seen it in the store so he knew I liked it.
4. Yes, I will try very hard to not become a bridezilla, then again, best laid plans 
Stay tuned, I’m sure in our adventures of trying to figure out how to get married and organise a wedding I’ll come across some amusing people and situations.