Category: Throwback Thursday

Throwback Thursday: Shake Your Ass – 21 Butt-Shakin’ Hits (it’s as great as it sounds).

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The year was 2003. I was 19 years old. What a time to be alive. CDs were still a thing, although we were all “allegedly” already downloading many things illegally by then. Mr Unprepared was driving a green VS Holden Commodore and I was getting around in my first car – my mighty Nissan Pulsar (I called her Buzz).

At some point that year, I decided that I needed some new music to travel with. In some kind of crazy departure from my usual taste in music at the time, I somehow stumbled across the Shake Your Ass compilation CD. It looked like something you’d find on a crappy rack in a servo somewhere. You know the kinds. But I guess I just wanted to shake my ‘ass’ like I was a shawty in da club and it was my birthday or something. Maybe I’d overdosed on punk rock the five years previous.

Upon bringing my new musical (misguided) pride and joy home, I soon realised that not only did this CD have great hits on it like Sisqo’s Thong Song and Shaggy’s Mister Bombastic, but it also had the extra benefit of really bemusing (and at times annoying) Mr Unprepared! YES. We had a winner!

At some point, I stopped being able to tell if I was owning/playing the CD ironically, or if I was a total goober who actually loved it. Oops.

I took that CD everywhere. No matter what Mr Unprepared tried to do to make me forget, I would always find it. It would always end up in the car CD player. It would always come out when friends came over for drinks (the best time to enjoy a good ass  shaking – that sounds way worse than I mean it to).

Once (and I’m not proud of this), I was in a pretty bad state after drinking far too much wine, far too quickly, then attempting an hour’s drive to attend another party (WHO CAN GO TO 2 PARTIES IN 1 NIGHT – PEOPLE WITHOUT CHILDREN THAT’S WHO). And no, I wasn’t actually driving – obviously. But I was attempting to survive the drive. Which if you ask me, took just as much skill. Skill I did not possess.

We were pulled over on the side of the freeway for a minute (probably longer – I bet Mr Unprepared knows) while I was sick into an old Hungry Jacks paper bag, and then onto the gravel off the emergency lane. A bunch of CDs fell out of the car. Mr Unprepared’s AFL TEAM SONGS compilation and my Shake Your Ass CD were among the collection. Let’s just say that I felt the same about the AFL album as Mr Unprepared felt about my CD (which included gems like Baha Men’s Who Let the Dogs Out).

I did not have my faculties about me that night, but somehow in my drunken, teenaged stupor, I managed to save my amazing CD (also featuring Missy Elliot’s Gossip Folks) and scratch the AFL one beyond repair.

It’s like the Shake Your Ass CD and I had bonded. I had a protective instinct.

It’s like I was the big guy from the movie Blind Side and the CD was the little brother kid, when they had that car crash and the big guy…oh screw it. If you haven’t seen the movie, this paragraph was a waste of time…

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Anyhow, Mr Unprepared still gives me side eye about that incident to this day.

If you think I haven’t googled that compilation (which has probably now made a Cash Converters customer very very happy…that is if they bought it before the warehouse burnt down in a suspicious fire) and haven’t loaded up every single song onto my Spotify account then you are sorely mistaken.

SHAKE YOUR ASS – 21 BUTT SHAKIN’ HITS (2003) WILL NEVER DIE.

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Throwback Thursday: Ew. Toilet wine.

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I think this photo was taken in the Cottesloe Hotel, otherwise known as “The Cott”, in 2008. Don’t quote me on the location, but yep. I was childless and constantly drunk on weekends and I took this photo for reasons I cannot remember (on account of being boozed up probably). I did caption it on Facebook as, “Ew. Toilet wine.” though.

And so you know, it wasn’t mine. I just found it there. Who takes their wine to the toilet? Geez. Everyone knows you slam it down your throat first and then run (because you have to break the seal). And then you sit down on the loo and giggle to yourself because there’s something hilarious about being alone and tipsy in a toilet cubicle. I don’t know what, but there must be.

#everytime #stillhappensoccasionally

I was at a 21st birthday party and I was 24 years old (yes I had to use my calculator because mental maths was never a strong point). Some of my uni friends were younger, because I was a “mature age student”. Yep. Old at 24. All because I thought I could learn how to be a primary school teacher, but then halfway through decided that there was nothing in the world I’d like to do less than be a primary school teacher (my hat off to all you amazing teachers out there – I could not do it), so I changed direction…

It was a crazy time. I was studying, had a FIFO husband (we were less than a year into our marriage at that stage) and for a lot of my uni life we lived a few minutes outside of Fremantle, where I was lucky enough to go to uni, nestled between cafes and quirky bars. And if you were even luckier, the sheep ships weren’t in the port and nothing smelled like sheep urine and poo when the wind blew in the wrong direction.

I threw my heart and soul into my uni course (I had grown up a bit and no longer took my education for granted) and then I let off steam with the best of them in my down time.

Which brings me back to the photo of wine in the toilet.

Hey, I never said that my Throwback Thursday posts had to be classy or have a deep meaning!

I look back on those times fondly (even though I am not convinced I could ever study full time ever again). Those girls got me through a very intense time. We all wanted that damn behavioural science degree, come hell or high water, and we pushed each other to do well. I am very grateful. It got stressful at times but we made it to the end and wore the caps and gowns to prove it.

I could have shared a photo from my graduation ceremony (guys – my amazing Wittner heels matched my gown – you have NO idea), because classy and elegant and maybe even inspiring, but where’s the fun in that?

I am so glad I had my youth and did all of those things. It makes having the Little Mister and settling into family life all the more sweeter. I have these dumb arse memories of myself I can look back on (with rose coloured glasses of course) and think, “That would never fucking happen to me today, would it? Geez! I had no idea what freedom I had! How gloriously unaware I was!”

…Before settling down at 8pm (after deciding that it’s too late to start watching a movie on a school night – are you kidding) and watching Netflix for the half an hour before I pass out.

Ha.

What was life like for you when you were 24? Where were you? What were you doing with your life? 

 

Throwback Thursday: Getting married before social media.

The other day, I was looking in the back of the kitchen cupboard for some serving bowls I hadn’t used for a really long time (we should really have people over more often) and I stumbled upon an old cake container (the kind my mum used to have). I wondered why I still had it and opened it up. Inside were the beautiful sugar flowers from the top of our wedding cake (we got married in 2007). I’d forgotten I had them! They were in great condition, although a tiny bit faded. I was transported back in time and I am still impressed at how talented our cake lady was.

I wondered why I had forgotten a detail like that. Then I realised that I do not have many photos of the wedding cake. Sure, there are a couple of us cutting it, but nothing really close up. I guess it didn’t occur to us. It seemed out of character for me as I like to photograph and post just about everything these days (guilty over sharer/memory keeper)! Of course I popped a photo of the flowers straight onto Instagram as soon as I rediscovered them – ha!

Thing is, we got married (and planned our wedding) at least two years before Facebook really took off over here for most of my friends and I (according to Facebook’s ‘memories’)! Instagram, Snapchat and Twitter didn’t exist! Myspace was still the coolest and I probably had a blog, but nothing was what it is now online, that’s for sure! Posting was not always easy – I didn’t even have an iPhone or a data plan for whatever I was using! Looking at the internet on your phone wasn’t even a thing unless you were tech obsessed and rich!

I sound really old, right?

There were no hashtags for a wedding #kezgetshitchedtothatguy or etiquette required about how soon was too soon to post about the wedding if it wasn’t your wedding and whether you should allow people to use social media during the ceremony etc.

We even had disposable cameras (with film in them) on each table at the reception (yes – digital cameras were totally a thing by then but film was still around you guys)!

There were no rolling Instagram/Pinterest feeds to show me how terrible my wedding would look in comparison to every stranger’s ever and to make me feel like I had to spend a million bucks to have all the things people expect at weddings today. But in saying that, there were no fantastically easy-to-access boutique Facebook/Instagram businesses to add that really unique, affordable touch to the big day! Pinterest would have been so handy for collating ideas while googling my future wedding to within an inch of its life!

eBay was a thing but online shopping was definitely not as prevalent or as easy and reliable as it is now.

Our wedding was simple and elegant (and while it was not going to feature on Australia’s Cheapest Weddings it was certainly not what people seem to be spending on average these days) and while social media might have given it that extra something aesthetically, both in terms of shopping/planning and for the recording of memories, I am kind of relieved to not have to have dealt with the noise of comparing our big day to everybody else’s or feeling pressured to ‘keep up’ and I think it did mean less distractions on the day for everyone involved.

Our wedding would probably be considered pretty basic by today’s wedding standards, but I don’t mind at all. It’s kind of a relief that we got married just before before these overly documented times.

Did you get married just before or after social media became a thing? How do you feel about it?