It's nice to see people behave themselves for a change. Have just come back from a session at the pub that whittled down to Paul, Ben, Gill, V1 and I. V1 and I came late, having visited the working holiday expo at the MCA first, then riding the train back to the Chelsea.
Mick was there (when we first arrived) and Paul was telling him about poker last week. Coincidentally V1 had acquired a pack of promo (playing) cards from the expo so we started playing poker with matchsticks, a game that I ended up winning in less than two rounds. Pity it was matchsticks.
We also talked about who was in whose black books. Paul jokingly nominated James because James had accused him (rightly) of being a conservative poker player. I had to nominate Gill because she failed to submit her soccer report for this issue's newsletter. Melissa filled in for her but Melissa's writing is rather regimental, whereas Gill's had more colour (which is what you need for a soccer report).
Anyway, Mick then left for a dinner party so we decided to play pool, Ben and I versus Paul and Gill (ever mindful of what happened last time). Gill said she and Paul had talked it over and had established boundaries so they were all okay with it, which made the whole night easier. Ben and I won the first game, Gill lost the second by sinking the white when going for the black but we cued on and Paul 'won' it for them. We were doing really well (I'd sunk just as many balls as Ben, so I felt I was pulling my weight) and Ben sunk the black but then the white fell into a pocket, which sucked. We were SO creaming them. Ben is still the gorgeous one, in fact I'd kind of forgotten about him until recently.
Anyway, V1 and I left at 9-ish, mostly because I didn't want to drink too much, having given blood yesterday (btw, my haemoglobin is up to 132, which is good) and also because I felt I wasn't cool enough to hang around with Paul, Ben and Gill too much longer. I guess I know when I'm superfluous to the social scene, which is conversely the thing that makes me reasonably popular.
In other news; not sure what's going on with Paul and Melissa. I haven't seen anything suspicious in the last week, so maybe they (wisely) decided to cool it. Still, the whole thing affects my view of both of them, a lasting impression I can't quite shake.
Naomi's wedding last Saturday was cool. It went really quickly, too. I wish I had the energy to kick on but no one else I knew did, so I guess it wasn't really my decision.
On Tuesday, Sir and I saw Macbeth at the cinema. The good bits were really good, the bad bits were really bad and unfortunately they outnumbered the good bits.
On Wednesday eight of us played soccer against eight random guys we saw playing on the oval. The oval was brimming with people, and because it was going to be four on four (ie a lot of running in the heat), this was a practical move as well. Anyway, these guys were all over us, peppering our goal for the first ten minutes, so it surprised everyone when Dom scored the first goal of the match for us. They were fast and controlled the ball well, but we fought back and started to spend more and more time up near their goal. Rod actually scored another goal (at waist height) but they claimed it was too high. In the end we drew 1-all, which could well have been a win if that goal had been allowed.
In the evening I went to writers' group, which had been postponed from last week because everyone seemed to have stuff on. We had the same grand time as I've come to expect from this inky bunch. A few of us are going to try nanowrimo in November though, as I mentioned, I want to do 30 000 words on my novel-in-progress in the spirit of the exercise rather than a whole new 50 000.
Yeh, that's pretty much it for this week. A lot on but not terribly interesting. Not much planned for next week - perhaps I can finally do all those things I was planning to do now that I am free from the clutches of my tax return.
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