Warm & Fuzzy

06/07/2006 – 10:20pm

Last week started with soccer at Glebe with Melissa and Gill and their respective friends, which was a lot of fun. Gill’s bunch are mostly ex-flatmates who used to go to high school with James (and Paul and Nick). Small world. Unfortunately I had to leave early because I’d promised my mum I’d go to dinner as my bro is in town. Probably should have gone home and had a shower first because Damian brought his girlfriend, Yuko, to meet the folks and there I was in shorts, a t-shirt and a bandanna.

Work was good for the first part of the week and then fell away by the end. I didn’t beat my deadline by two days as I’d planned (lack of discipline, mostly, but also evening activities that prevented me from catching up) but I did finish on Friday, which is beating it by one day. My next unit is English – ‘Macbeth’!

Had an Ink Well meeting on Tuesday evening, under the new, net-based regime, which did make the process more streamlined. I don’t know where I’m going to find the time to write this month but everyone made helpful comments, so I’ll need to build their feedback into my initial inspiration to push through the barrier of indifference/procrastination. Lee Tran is working at POL at the moment and Gina will be joining her there later this month. Vive sent me a mag at random last week – it’s really crap! It used to have redeeming features but now I can’t see anything fresh and the commercial aspects are so pronounced (I mean, Jessica Rowe on the cover? Puh-lease).

We finally had Wednesday work soccer because of six consecutive days of good weather. My role was cut short by a midfield ‘booty call’ when the delivery dude rang to say they were approaching my apartment to bring my bed so I had to dash home. I did steal the ball off Koush while on the phone, though, which was pretty spiffy. The Reds (my team) won 6-4 so unfortunately I missed the spoils of victory. Captain Ben is so hot.

Secondary Vanessa (I call her ‘mei mei’ because she’s like my little sister) and I had an email conversation spanning the entire day about various boy troubles. It was really insightful and now I better understand myself with regard to my recent boy crazy behaviour. (The explanation being that my brain has inherited a 14 y.o. girl). I conducted a straw poll about the guys she rated as the most attractive, cutest, friendliest, most intelligent, funniest and most likely to go out with (if not for her other half) and then she asked me mine and then we did girls. Heh! I am so 14 again!

On Wednesday night Stuart came over to put together my bed. Stu, Sir and I lay down on my newly-placed mattress and looked up at the ceiling as a wave of satisfaction swam around the room. I gave permission to Stu to say he was in bed with two girls that night. He slept over, in the new bed, with me. I’m not sure how to deal with new information that has come to light since, though –he’s still in love with me. I’ll take any advice at this point…

We took a lunchtime excursion to the Chelsea Pub on Thursday - $7 steak, perfect for my once-a-week meat fix. Captain Ben sat with the two Vanessas, Dina and I, chatting about 90s TV shows and parkour. Damn, he’s gorgeous. Did I mention the 14 y.o. girl in my head? I was near the centre of the table so I also spoke to Clint and Antonio from the multimedia section, which was a nice change. Clint’s really funny (I nominated him as “Funniest Guy”) and I reckon I’d like to have an actual conversation with him one day to find out what he’s really like.

Friday finally came and I finished my commerce unit, with much discussion with that beautiful man, Paul. ‘Twas a bad day for boys – the first thing I saw as I walked past Pablo & Rusty’s was Ben engrossed in his girlfriend (let’s just say all I saw was long blonde hair) and later, at the pub, managed to pry out an admission from Paul that he had a girlfriend (Melissa told me he did but he never talks about her). However, I remained pretty buoyant all day, mostly due to chocolate (down with love! up with chocolate!) and for all the talk of girlfriends, I still get to see them five days a week. Rest easy, I’m not a man thief. But it’s nice (and healthy) to have a work crush or two.

Got reasonably tanked at the pub after work and Gill ended up talking to me about… boys! then I had a conversation with Sibylla, the new girl, about charity travel. Everyone left by 8 except Greg, an animator, Ian and I. When Greg had to go, Ian and I caught the train to Waverton together (he lives down the road from me) then, as we were standing outside the station still ranting about the stupidity of celebrity worship, he suggested we get a beer and continue. So we went to the bottle shop (beside the station) and he came up to my place (straightforward ‘no funny business’ understanding – Ian lives with his girlfriend) and we ranted some more about the state of education and today’s misplaced priorities until the end of our respective bottles. Beer and philosophy, I love it.

We spent a good part of Saturday at Chatswood buying supplies for our housewarming. Sir and I had a great day; it started raining so, shunning the train, we drove and miraculously got a park, we got lost in Westfield but then stumbled upon the ‘Easy Being Green’ people who were giving out the free fluorescent light bulbs (we were going to buy light bulbs), we couldn’t find a decent bottle shop in Chatswood but on the way home got lost and serendipitously found a drive-in bottle shop in North Sydney that wasn’t too expensive.

When, at 6:30pm, half an hour after the official start of the housewarming, no one had showed up, we thought our run of luck had ended but then a flood of friends streamed in and the party started. We had a great mix of people, everyone got on really well, the catering solved itself, I hit the drunk/happy plateau and our party was really cool. Yay. (At some point my parents, plus aunt and cousin, popped in with booze and dessert-like contributions but left fairly swiftly). Kristen, Dina and Des stayed overnight (I ended pragmatically up giving my bed to Dina and Des) but by noon on Sunday I was happily washing dishes dancing to Gotye by myself. A social success.