Divinity itself

29/07/2006 – 02:47am

Why am I blogging at almost three in the morning? Largely because after work I went for drinks at the pub with my fellow Apples, drank two glasses of champagne and a cocktail, then marched home and promptly fell asleep. At eight o’clock in the evening. When I was living back home, the train ride would be long enough to get sober and then I’d spend the rest of the night blundering around pretending I could – I don’t know – do a cryptic crossword or something. Anyway, this entry comes to your courtesy of the fact that I woke up at 1-ish and have been blundering around pretending I can work. Having a computer on hand can put funny ideas into your head.

This week has been a mish-mash of dedicated work and hopeful social interactivity. The incentive scheme has worked to the extent that a lot of people have started to come in earlier and leave later, though thankfully it has not dampened our enthusiasm for random bludging. Especially Dina, who has been distractedly walking around the office, following Roland’s lead. I’ve been doing two chapters a day (more than the required average of 1.5 a day) in the hope that I’ll beat my deadline by at least two days.

We didn’t have soccer on Wednesday because it rained, nor on Thursday because the ground was (still) soggy. Yesterday Vanessa (my ‘long lost sister’) and I led a deployment of chocolate fiends to the Max Brenner Chocolate Bar in Chatswood Chase. Max Brenner will be closing on Sunday, so our visit was rather timely. I had a chocolate and cinnamon babka (Seinfeld, anyone?) and a Danish toffee hot chocolate. Divinity itself. As penance I also ate a large Greek salad when I returned to the office.

I had to get (soccer chief) Ben to sanction our excursion because we weren’t sure whether this week’s match would be postponed as late as Friday, but he emailed me to say he had no intention of competing for the hearts of soccer-keen chocoholics. I even managed to persuade him to come along, even though he admitted he didn’t even like chocolate (then he and Koush skedaddled to get ‘real food’ as soon as we hit The Chase).

Oddly, I’ve just discovered how gorgeous he is. All the Paul-related daily fashion reports that I send to Sireesha as evidence of a minor obsession pale in comparison to the moment I looked into Ben’s stunning green eyes and noticed his dimpled smile. Nice, very nice. Unfortunately, he has a girlfriend. He’s also 22. Not to discriminate, but I don’t really want another younger guy. Even though he has a media degree from Macquarie Uni like moi.

Oh dear, this is turning into the early morning ramblings of a slightly tipsy, boy-crazy writer. I’ve started listening to Fiona Apple’s ‘Extraordinary Machine’ again, which has infused a degree of boy-crazy angst into my week. Blame it on the dame.

Things to look forward to in the following week: Robert’s birthday party tonight, soccer with Gill, Melissa and friends tomorrow, Ink Well on Tuesday, Wednesday work soccer, smashing my work deadline by two days ($250 bonus), Ben’s dimpled smile, Paul’s askew taste in t-shirts and a packet of Tim Tams that never runs out.

P.S: We’re hosting our housewarming next Saturday, though I haven’t invited anyone yet. Will probably end up inviting people indiscriminately. Not sure how many people our apartment can hold but we shall see, we shall see.