State of Origin...

What a great night it was last night! Not only did the Mighty Queensland Maroons whip NSW's arses to kingdom come, but we won the series for the THIRD year running! It was great too, because we watched it from the Private Suite, and we had two former Origin greats (Billy Moore and Greg Florimo) entertain us in the suite. Billy even signed my Qld cap for me which was pretty cool. And I ran into one of the biggest Queensland Origin legends, Shane Webke, in the corridor and he very obligingly agreed to a photo with me - very exciting for me!

So a great night all round. Tonight, I'm having dinner and a sleep over with my gorgeous McBrad and then tomorrow night, it's our End-of-Financial-Year party - a Mexican themed shindig! It promises to be very rowdy and very drunken! Wahooooo!

WIN...!

What an all-over-the-place week it has been in the ongoing saga that is my life! Thankfully, things are heading in the upward direction after hitting rock bottom yesterday (Wednesday). Wednesdays are becoming my bad day when they used to be one of my best days!

BUT after all the bad stuff that happened yesterday, I spent the evening watching State of Origin 1 - for those non-Rugby League afilliated readers, State of Origin is a 3 game series played between teams from the states of Queensland (the best) and New South Wales. So, I purchased myself a 6 pack of XXXX beer - the only beer any self respecting Queenslander will drink during SoO...I needn't add that I never drink it at any other time; the stuff is horrible - and settled myself down in front of the TV to watch the Mighty Queensland Maroons whip the butts of the hopeless New South Wales Blues! It was a much needed happy ending for a miserable day.

Today, I feel better, having had a good night's sleep and am feeling less emotionally fragile. It's Pink Shirt Thursday as well, and I'm looking pretty damn fine in my latest pink shirt (if I do say so myself). The Cute Gay Work Guy has latched onto PST with a vengence and is harrassing all the guys in our office to wear pink shirts as well. He's wanting to hand out membership cards willy nilly so I think I may have reign him in a bit - his enthusiasm is good but we can't have every Tom Dick or Harry sporting membership cards! It would ruin the exclusivity that accompanies ownership of said PST Card.