12 FEBRUARY 2007. MONDAY. 08:56PM.

My first house guest of the month have come and gone. It was a whirlwind 48 hours staying with me and then hopping back on a plane co-piloted by her other half. Such is the glamorous life of an aviator wifey. Anyway, the weekend was all about the girls hanging out. Which really means plenty of eating and too much shopping. In between all that, we managed to squeeze in a movie night and walks by the beach. Of course under the influence, I circumed to a few purchases but it was alot of fun watching someone else work their way thru' the shops. I even taught her the nifty trick of a dropping $2 for a sizable recycle tote to help free some fingers (and to hide the evidence). My teeny apartment seemed to have survived having a guest in the house with some space adjustments. The luggage had to be left out beside the couch, I had to disconnect the tv to make room for her dresser table, and with only one bathroom to share, prep time have to be carefully planned. Even though we missed out on our usual pizza and ale combo at Little Creatures (massive crowd and massive hungry pangs), we drove instead to have the next best thing on the list ... the classic fish and chips (with squid rings, and crab sticks and feta cheese). Of course I took her to sunday brekkie at John Street. That is such a rhetorical question. PHOTOS FROM THE WEEKEND.