I just found out what happens when you accidentally put a $20 note into a tumble-dryer along with your wet washing.
It shrinks.
So, now I have this minature $20 note, that apart from being a little crinkled, and about 35% smaller than it should be, is quite unharmed. I wonder if it's still legal tender?
Showing posts with label weekend. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weekend. Show all posts
Sunday, May 06, 2007
Friday, March 02, 2007
Blessed indolence
After a rather madcap couple of weeks, I am delighted to report that I face a weekend of lolling around decadently.
The next two days should entail little save socialising with friends, attending a couple of parties, catching a play, doing my laundry, and possibly placing a man-trap on the street in order to snare myself an eligble bachelor.
Actually, now I consider it, the latter sounds far too demanding. Instead I shall limit myself to gazing out the window and loooking A) mysterious, B) handsome, and C) available but not desperate.
Concerns about work are henceforth relegated to my subconcious for the next 48 hours, where they are politely requested to manifest in colourful and unusual dreams rather than tediously literal dreams about deadlines, angry designers and co-workers in paroxysms of hysteria.
There may or may not be live rock and/or roll. The sin of Onan may be practised, if I can be bothered.
Right now, it's time to heat some more sake...
I wonder if the Japanese Bath House has many bookings tomorrow?
The next two days should entail little save socialising with friends, attending a couple of parties, catching a play, doing my laundry, and possibly placing a man-trap on the street in order to snare myself an eligble bachelor.
Actually, now I consider it, the latter sounds far too demanding. Instead I shall limit myself to gazing out the window and loooking A) mysterious, B) handsome, and C) available but not desperate.
Concerns about work are henceforth relegated to my subconcious for the next 48 hours, where they are politely requested to manifest in colourful and unusual dreams rather than tediously literal dreams about deadlines, angry designers and co-workers in paroxysms of hysteria.
There may or may not be live rock and/or roll. The sin of Onan may be practised, if I can be bothered.
Right now, it's time to heat some more sake...
I wonder if the Japanese Bath House has many bookings tomorrow?
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Surf, sand and sadly, no sex
Friday night witnessed the opening night of Midsumma, Melbourne's gay and lesbian cultural festival, at Federation Square. I've never been so glad to have been invited to the VIP opening drinks in my life, given that they were held in airconditioned comfort, as it was a horribly hot, muggy and humid night. Hurrah for being a media slut!
The opening itself was, I can happily say, the best Midsumma opening I've ever attended, with live bands, comedy and roaming performers entertaining the masses (although your more conservative gay types seemed slightly confronted by the live bands).
Afterwards, in the company of three lovely gentlemen - Graeme, Mick and Cam - we drove down the coast to Blairgowrie, on the Mornington Peninsula, where Cam's parents have a holiday house at which our mutual friend Glen was celebrating his birthday.
What a lovely weekend it was! There was drinking, drinking games, swimming in the surf at the Portsea back beach despite the rain, ridiculously cute lifesafers in speedos, hot surfie boys in boardshorts, complex games of trivial pursuit, more drinking, en-masse skinny-dipping as a consequence of said drinking, a drunken argument between the birthday boy and one of his guests as a result of an unflattering nickname that Glen had bestowed upon him, wildly expensive pizzas, stunning cloudscapes, lighting flickering on the horizon, excellent company, and much more.
The one sour note (apart from this morning's hangover - damn those wildly revealing drinking games!) was the fact that the one bloke in our poofter posse who I was actually interested in ended up hooking up with another of the gang rather than myself, but hey, you can't have everything - or everyone, as the case may be. Maybe I should be make my interest more obvious next time...
That said, my very mild case of jealousy was ameliorated by the fact that the two lads in question barely said a word to each other this morning - and no, I wasn't gloating, I was far too hungover for anything so energetic!
Then tonight, while running a couple of new anti-virus programs on this computer, I once again sobbed my heart out while rewatching Brokeback Mountain - the mastery of that film gets me every time.
I hope your weekend was as pleasent?
The opening itself was, I can happily say, the best Midsumma opening I've ever attended, with live bands, comedy and roaming performers entertaining the masses (although your more conservative gay types seemed slightly confronted by the live bands).
Afterwards, in the company of three lovely gentlemen - Graeme, Mick and Cam - we drove down the coast to Blairgowrie, on the Mornington Peninsula, where Cam's parents have a holiday house at which our mutual friend Glen was celebrating his birthday.
What a lovely weekend it was! There was drinking, drinking games, swimming in the surf at the Portsea back beach despite the rain, ridiculously cute lifesafers in speedos, hot surfie boys in boardshorts, complex games of trivial pursuit, more drinking, en-masse skinny-dipping as a consequence of said drinking, a drunken argument between the birthday boy and one of his guests as a result of an unflattering nickname that Glen had bestowed upon him, wildly expensive pizzas, stunning cloudscapes, lighting flickering on the horizon, excellent company, and much more.
The one sour note (apart from this morning's hangover - damn those wildly revealing drinking games!) was the fact that the one bloke in our poofter posse who I was actually interested in ended up hooking up with another of the gang rather than myself, but hey, you can't have everything - or everyone, as the case may be. Maybe I should be make my interest more obvious next time...
That said, my very mild case of jealousy was ameliorated by the fact that the two lads in question barely said a word to each other this morning - and no, I wasn't gloating, I was far too hungover for anything so energetic!
Then tonight, while running a couple of new anti-virus programs on this computer, I once again sobbed my heart out while rewatching Brokeback Mountain - the mastery of that film gets me every time.
I hope your weekend was as pleasent?
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