Seems to me, that lots of Lori’s look for what they need on the internet. I searched, and found a list, now other Lori’s search for the same thing. They find me. I have a list of growing comments where they leave their messages for me. Lori Need’s.. This makes me feel happy, we are special, and now, I am going to do a search tomorrow for those women, and leave my note on their blogs like they have mine. I want more women named Lori to leave messages and a part of themselves, feel welcome!

My sister and I went to Pink at Challenge Stadium last night. My sister was running a little late, finished work later than normal. That was OK, I had managed to have a pretty relaxing afternoon with mum and was prepared and looking hot! We will start this post with a summary of my afternoon.

Mum and I had been looking for some Mattress Pads, IKEA don’t sell doubles. Only single and queensize. I only have a double bed. I need a mattress pad on the bed I am sleeping on due to the uncomfy nature of lying on a sofabed, where I can feel the metal railings when I roll over. On the otherhand, at the moment, I am just too tired to care most of the time, but I would like to have a bit more of a comfy sleep. So.. Clark Rubber here we come.

Getting back to P!NK… We rocked up at around 7.45pm and parked on the roadside, the car parks looked chockers and there were people still arriving even though the doors were open. We slipped into a queue to get in and made our way to the stadium, and they were really strict on who entered with bags, and bottles, and even had my bag searched (they found a mobile phone switched off).

The first act was The Androids, They were as bad as other people who had been to pink previous had said. They were so boring, they played some songs about some shit, not sure. My sister and I went and found some water, and sat in a door way whilst they played, and we stared at the people walking in and out, and they stared at us. The worst thing, is despite the fact I am overly round, I saw more rotund women than skinny. I am a reformed fatty, but I saw women that just shouldn’t have been wearing short skirts with their plump white doughy legs.

I chose to disguise my generous figure with jeans, a nice purple shirt showing off my awesome cleavage helped with a very well designed bra. I don’t need anything like a U bra, but this was an impressive cleavage bra. Enhance the positives! Anyways, my sister was dressed up nicely too, nothing too revealing, and both of us were not impressed with some of the clothing we saw. I beleive that if you are a big chick, you don’t wear skin tight clothing, if you are a thin chick with bones and ribs sticking out of your body, don’t wear things which make you look like you just came out of a concentration camp.

The concert itself was awesome. She had this voice so powerful that as she belted out some of her hits, like “who knew” you just got goosebumps. Other songs, she didn’t sing herself, but she danced and performed as a support act for it. Then she sat down on a stool in a simple white dress, with 3 others and sang some of her ballads. The song that is my favourite, family portrait was up, and she wore a grey smock and she sang it. Gave me goosebumps.

Girls were carried out periodically due to nearly fainting in the crush of the main floor. The heat rolled off the bodies towards us as we stood off to the side, so if needed we could get away quickly. We were close enough to be able to watch pink, without needing to stare at the vid screens on either side of the stage. A very good night in all.

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I have been catching the bus this week to work, and have noticed some interesting people getting the bus after me. I don’t start work until 10.30 in the mornings, so by the time I get on the bus, it’s no longer peak hour traffic, and there are very few business people around. So I have had a chance to check out the type of people who get on buses along Stirling Highway along the western suburbs route (think northern sydney, mosman, north shore for the type of neighbourhood).

All these old people get on the bus from Fremantle to about Nedlands, and uni students. As the bus winds its’ way up the highway, more old people and students pile in, and then when they arrive around Nedlands, near UWA, all the students get off.  10 minutes later, at Sir Charles Gardner Hospital, all the oldies get off. Once the bus is unloaded of the wheelchair and handbag brigade, it heads up through Subi and West Perth. This is where all the suits start getting on.

This is also the start of the free transit zone, so the bus is pretty loaded up. Just as it enters St Georges Tce, the suits start getting up and exiting the bus. Now, I felt all alone on the bus by the time it hit East Perth, near the hotel, so I decided to start getting off near London Court. There’s a muzz buzz there. So I get coffee standing with a mixture of suits, students and tourists, and hop on a bus filled with more old people heading towards Bentley/Karrawarra.

I need to start reading books, it’s really must like the same people every day so I have noticed, quite boring and no hot men to look at whilst I travel to work (40 minute bus ride).

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