Melbourne Open

Today is the day my friend. Today is the day I leave for the Melbourne Tennis Open...in Melbourne. James, Kerry and little 'Ol me will take one vehicle, and Wade and Birdy will be in the other. Then tomorrow, bright and, well, likely hung over, we will make our way out to the courts to watch some internationally renowned tennis players square off. I'm getting pretty excited about it. Also, despite the fact that I finally remembered my camera, I seem to have forgotten the bloody cord, so pictures will once again have to wait. Rats.

In other news, I have once again been wine tasting at the Coonawarra. You know what rocks? Wine. Of course, I think it's fairly obvious at this point that James is influencing my wine preferences. I recently purchased a dozen cleanskin bottles of sparkling red, which, you know, should do me for awhile, but then a few days later we had our Coonawarra trip, so now I'm sitting on the most wine I've owned in my life. The plus side? It's all nice wine :) Therefore Calista=content. Is that a bad correlation?

Christmas/New Year's/Melbourne

Well, it seems I have been sliding on my updates. I will, therefore, endevour to briefly summarize what I have been up to this last few weeks.

Christmas was fabulous. Christmas Day was spent entirely at the dinner table. Drinking and eating began at around 11am, and finished at about 10pm. In the meantime, James and I spent the while with his dad, Rob, and our room mate Doug and Marianna, his Chilean girlfriend. Birdy and Francais also came to join in the festivities. Agrarian discussions aside, it was a great day, and I heartily recommend the luncheon Christmas approach to all.

Much of the same crowd were present for New Year's Eve. We spent the time camping on the beach. It was rather nice to fall asleep to the sounds of the waves, although I wasn't entirely sure if we were high enough to avoid the tide. We were, and woke up to a perfect morning. I did, however, find later on that our bonfire was totally illegal because of the fire ban. Apparently record drought + fire = bad news. Oops. Well, at least we had no problem finding dry wood for our bonfire... which perhaps should have been our first clue. Nonetheless, it was a great night (ignoring the sand in my captain morgan and coke). By the by, nothing says fun like drunkenly yelling "The Cap'n got me again!" and having no one know what you mean.

In more recent news, I'm going to Melbourne on the 20th for the Australian Open (tennis). It should be a nice break from the monotony of quasi-employment.

In more, more recent news, I'm waiting to hear back on my acceptance to SFU, and James getting a job in BC. I do, however, have high hopes.

With that, I promise pictures soon.

Adios for now