That’s Stella

Hey Stell… cooking 2nite. Want 2 come over 4 tea? A xo”

So last night I headed to Adam’s house for dinner. I didn’t know what to expect. Would it just be us? Or did he invite the whole gang? Was I expected to bring anyone? I rang Miss. 23 to get the word whether she had been invited and was surprised (and guiltily I must admit I was happily surprised) to find out she hadn’t. Miss. 23 and I are like Siamese twins - no one gets invited to a party without the other. So this led me to believe that it was only going to be dinner for two.

Now, Miss. 23 is in love with Adam. I haven’t seen her so smitten before. Naturally, she was a little disappointed she didn’t get an invite, so I invited her myself and told her she could be my plus one. But she already had other plans.

I drove to Adam’s with home made chocolate profiteroles in tow and there he was in the kitchen cooking spaghetti bolognaise with mushrooms (mmm… mushrooms). What a darling! Seeing him chop the vegies and ensuring the pasta was perfect and preparing everything from scratch really tugged at the heart strings. And it was indeed just dinner for two.

Whilst he was cooking, Miss. 23 rang on my cell to see how it was going. It kinda spoiled the moment because I was in my own fantasy land, with Adam and I joking that he was my hubbie and I was his spoiled wife, and well… I was a little thrown off when Miss. 23 started whispering on the phone,
“I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!”.

Miss. 23 has nothing to be worried about. Adam and I have gone out before and he falls into the “too nice” category. Every time I’ve seen him naked my heart doesn’t skip a beat and surely that must say something when he has the bod of a football player.

So dinner was fantastic and we were chilling out… till there was a knock on the door. I opened the door and standing outside were a couple of our married friends who Adam had forgot to mention he had invited over for coffee….

Hrmmm interesting.

“She’s too good.
I mean, shes giving and caring and generally concerned about the welfare of others. I can’t be with someone like that!
I mean, I admire the hell out of her.
You can’t have sex with someone you admire.
I mean, I look at her and I can’t even imagine she has sex.”

- Jerry Seinfeld (Seinfeld episode - The Sponge)

I knew I wasn’t the only one who was indifferent to “nice guys”
(or in his case - nice girls).

Yesterday we headed into Perth to join in on the post christmas sale madness. Initially I planned to get out of bed early and join Claire for the 8am opening rush, but that didn’t happen. Firstly, it is impossible to drag me out of bed during holidays before 10am. Secondly, I had friends over my place the night before for a huge barbie. We ate sooo many sausages and satay chicken and pork chops and steaks (washed down with Coronas) that we felt guilty and ended up walking around my neighbourhood at the wee hours of the morning trying to burn off our indulgence. By the time my friends left, it was 3am.

I did manage to get up early enough to arrive in town by midday (big achievement for me). When I arrived, everyone had this crazed look in their eye, Myers looked as if a bomb had detonated inside the store and let me just say, it would have been a claustrophobic persons worst nightmare. Within 2 hours, I was ready to get out of the city, but Claire had other ideas. She spent forever in the fitting rooms trying on 20 or so outfits. I could hear the ladies lining up outside the fitting rooms bitching about her taking so long. Whilst Claire was trying on her abundant amount of clothes, I got a glimpse into what Bornstein would look like in 25 years. I swear, this man looked exactly like Bornstein, bar the fact that he was 50 years old and greying. This man even looked Jewish. Let me just say, HOT. So I did find entertainment in the form of this Bornstein lookalike… till his wife caught me looking at him and I had to make a dissapearing act.

At the end of the day, I walked away from the sales with a Zimmermann skirt from David Jones and book for mums birthday next week. I have been eyeing this tiered Zimmerman skirt for a few months . It was $221 and I got it for half price yesterday! Woo! Claire on the other hand, spent around the $800 vicinity. I don’t know how her dad survives his credit card bills, let alone knowing his daughter just turned 27 and still relies on daddy’s money.

I am kinda missing Bornstein right now. He’s been in touch recently and said he wanted to chat. I keep reminiscing about out last day in New York together. Maybe I have too much spare time on my hands…? Jase has also been in touch and randomly texted me on my cell yesterday asking when I would be back in New York. Boy, did that make me feel like crap having to text back saying “October 2006″ especially since early this year I had planned to be back home by now.

*Stella has no shame
*Stella likes to make out to Velvet Underground songs
*Stella has made various TV show appearances
(embarrassingly, the only role people remember her in required her to be in a orange fruit costume)
*Stella is a sucker for boys with brown floppy hair
*Stella will order anything on a restaurant menu that has mushrooms
*Stella is a hardcore business woman during business hours
*Stella loves money
(she dreams of becoming a millionaire philanthropist)
*Stella hates the sun
(she escapes to New York during Australia’s summer to avoid a tan)
*Stella loves to laugh
(anyone that can make her laugh so much she pees gets brownie points)
*Stella is blessed with abundant amount of fabulous friends
(but will always talk to that random guy or girl to add to her collection)
*Stella’s ears prick up when there is talk of Jewish men
(she thinks they’re hot)
*Stella will not ever date or marry or consummate with an Asian man
(she believes it’s incestuous and for fear of making ugly babies)
*Stella watches Arrested Development and Seinfeld marathons till 4am
(far too often)
*Stella loves text messages and phone calls
(but she hates the sound of her cell phone and usually misplaces it or keeps it on silent mode)
*Stella loves an accent
(she loves to put a fake one on or go home with a sexy one)
*Stella considers both New York and Perth home
(if Stella had her way, she’d move all her family and friends from Perth to NY)
*Stella can describe herself in 4 words
(”ambitious exploring advertising manipulator”)
*Stella still dreams of becoming a famous rockstar
(but can’t be bothered re-stringing her Fender Strat)