It still works

Mein Gott, I'm turning into a workaholic. While work work has been quiet in the past week, I've taken on some freelance web content jobs. You'd think I had a mortgage or something.

Sadly, none of the apartments I went to see last week made the grade. The North Sydney one was pleasant but had a bathroom the size of a handkerchief and that's saying something from me, seeing as I'm not all that fussy as long as it's not a shower tub with a curtain (it was a shower tub but with a door, however there was just a sink and no vanity space of which to speak). The two Chatswood ones were in the same building and they were exactly the same, just a few floors apart. Both nice, but I thought the better of living in such a high density building with over 200 apartments sharing the schmick but meagre (considering) facilities. Anyway, what am I saying? I haven't even got the money!

Last Tuesday I went to see Meow Meow in 'Insert the Name of the Person You Love', which was professionally shambolic and thoroughly enjoyable, even if I did have to buckle her shoes and put a wig on a fallen mannequin's head ("You're the it girl tonight," said she).

The rest of the week was pretty ordinary but not too demanding. Went for a swim on Friday and witnessed a beautiful sunset over the harbour while myopically ogling a fellow swimmer to the strains of my ripped swimming cap. Am thinking I should get prescription goggles - you think? Maybe I'll ask and see how expensive they are. You're reading this from someone who thinks anything more than $20 is a rip off (funnily enough I paid $26.99 at Rebel for a pair this morning).

Saturday was spent not doing work that I was supposed to do and instead watching the cricket. Hey, it was Australia Day AND India's Republic Day, how could I not watch an Australia versus India match? It ended in a draw this evening - BORING! Kumble should have declared at 200 ahead to make a game of it and given Australia couple of dozen overs to try and chase.

In the evening Sir and I went to 'Secret' performed by Cirque Ici, which was, unfortunately, thoroughly uninspiring. It was 80% boring and the 20% that was interesting ('the prestige' as they say in the magic world) wasn't cool enough to offset the 15-20 minutes it took to set up a 'trick'. Sir and I then headed to the Spiegeltent to have a beer but it turned out that 'La Clique' hadn't finished yet so then we decided to try The Arthouse but there was a block-length line outside that venue, so then we went to get Easy Way but both the ones near Town Hall Station had shut shop so then we settled for sorbet on the North Shore Line platform. Talk about a disappointing night!

And is it just me or are underage drinkers just getting younger and drunker (and louder and more obnoxious), or am I just getting older?

Anyway, yesterday I went to my parents' place because they were having a barbecue for all the relatives who have come for my bro's wedding from overseas. I went early cos Sir drove me in (she went home too) and then tried my hardest to complete my website commission while keeping an eye on the cricket score. Then we had the barbecue, watched the last match of the Australian Open, played Wii and went to bed.

Actually, I didn't sleep all that well, which was unusual for me. For starters, it's a lot hotter over there than it is at my place so the heat was a bit hard to handle. Then from out a neighbour's window I heard a distant but clear rendition of Dr Suzuki's Violin Method pieces, played on a stereo, including 'Chorus from Judas Maccabeus', 'Theme from Witches Dance' and about four Twinkle variations (variations of 'Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star' - cute the first time you hear one but grating ever after). Then during the night I woke from three vivid dreams, none of which I will recount here as they're a bit difficult to explain (and one is reasonably embarassing) and no one wants to read about someone else's dreams anyway.

But here you are wondering what the hell I've been doing in the last week or so (I'd like to think).

Today I went shopping for various wedding attire accessories with the $500 gift card my dad gave me (given to him by the car dealer who sold him his bright yellow Lancer to sweeten the sale). A chunk of the amount had already been taken out by my sister's spending last weekend but I still managed to spend close to $300, albeit mostly not on wedding attire accessories but swimming accessories, underwear, manchester and new bath towels (ie, stuff I need).

Well, I have a full week - Rufus Wainwright tomorrow, La Clique Thursday, TAFE enrolment Friday, tea ceremony Saturday, wedding Sunday - but I should be able to write again this time next week. Now, if only I could remember the 'safe place' I put my brother's wedding present...