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Well, I’m not really sure what to write. What usually happens is that I’ll do something over the weekend and have no time to write about it until Wednesday or something, by which time I’m kinda over it and can’t be bother putting anything down.
Oh, well.
Zoe and I had a pretty coole weekend. On friday night we went to see School of Rock which was pretty cool. I deemed it ‘the feel good movie of the year’.
Afterwards we headed to a little cafe down the road from the cinema which has a cool little garden out the back. Very tropical style with ginger and palms and mosquito candles etc… I had a pot of local tea which the waitress asked if I’d like milk added to. Go figure.
What is it with people and milk in the tea. Unless it’s some crazy indian tea like chai or something, milk totally ruins it as far as I’m concerned. Get some good natural honey if you want it sweeter.
Speaking of tea. Mum got me a selection of green teas as a present when she came to visit with Dad. They’re really really nice and much better than any of the bitter dark teas that you get in bags. Check it out here.
Saturday was pretty quiet. Until about 6:30pm when we headed out to the black-tie 2003 Stockland Mall Retail Awards. Which is like the Westfield best store and all that sort of thing, best window dressing etc…
It was a pretty slick ARMY motif, but I wondered why it couldn’t have been a peace theme. WIN television had invited Zoe through her marketing with them. Because it was so bad I decided to get blind. It was pretty fun, although I went a little hard early on and nearly made an ass of myself by telling ridiculous stories and whacking my cutlery and sending it flying during the climax moments of the tales. Oh, well what are you going to do.
Zoe also got well and truely out of her head, which was nice, a bit different and unusual. She started getting all mischevious and taking random photos of herself with other people’s cameras. There was nearly a bitch-fight when Zoe was doing this while a girl was scrambling around the random table that we were sitting at beside the dance floor for a rest. She looked as though she was searching for her bag, but when Zoe put down the camera that had been her lastest victim the girl grabbed it, stared at Zoe and then stormed off. We laughed pretty hard. I though she was going to scratch Zoe or something.
Afterwards we went dancing at the Bank a club in the seedy strip of pubs known as Flinders St East. Had a few more beers and then staggered home. As you can imagine, Monday morning was not my finest hour of fish dissections!
I’ve also added a few more photos of my aquarium. They’re not all that good because I seem to have lost my flash. Oh, and Zoe’s lost her Passport. Nice one.