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Oh for a three-day weekend.
May. 4th, 2003 10:37 pmI got spoiled with all the public holidays of April - I'm so wishing for a day off. Still, not long before I get one - well, three to be exact. End of the month and I'm off to Launceston. *kisses VirgnBlue* Gotta love those travel specials.
Of course, the fact I'm busy most weekends doesn't help the actual rest part of Rest and Recuperation. Still, it's all in good fun.
Friday - you know, I keep this up and you people are going to think I have a drinking problem. And it doesn't help that whenever I'm trying to cut back, something comes up that practically insists on my drinking. This week it was the wine tasting night after work, in the lunchroom, at least until the lights turned off automatically at seven. ;) How can I resist a good red wine, I ask you?
So yeah, me and a few of the work people, a few bottles of red, (beer for those preferring it), and then great Greek food at Stalictites later and a snotty waiter who was highly amused by my wine spillage. *sighs* Yep, more for the barrel.
Note: The barrel refers to the Irish belief that, when you die, you are suspended upside down in a barrel, and all the alcohol you've ever spilled is poured in with you. If you manage to not drown in it (by virtue of being good at drinking upside down in a hurry, and haven't got much to be poured in with you), you don't go to Hell. Guess where I'm headed?
Oh, that's right, I'm already headed for the City of Dis on the Sixth Level. Silly me.
Still, the good thing about drinking red wine, especially if it's decent, is that there's very little in the way of hangover the next day. There was a casualty of my night's carousing, however - not counting whatever good opinion my co-workers still had of me, and my dignity in the face of the Snooty Waiter - my bike pump managed to come off my bike and met an unfortunate end under the wheels of a few cars. The really sad thing is that I didn't notice until today, when BRM asked me what the hell I'd done to it.
Saturday: Spent the morning waiting for BRM to call and let me know when he was coming round to work on Cecil, my bike. By 1.45pm I got tired of waiting and went down to the supermarket for some stuff and then got online to check my email. Of course, he calls when I'm online, and lets me know the car is having clutch trouble. Ah well, there's most of a day gone, so I spend the rest of it down in the park, reading - I've been inside all day and need the fresh air.
Sunday: This time I get a bike mechanic visit. :) Cecil has been thoroughly tweaked, and it seems I'm going to need a new set of gears sometime in the future, which means I'll be taking myself and Cecil down to his place in Caulfield for the work that needs a proper workbench and specialist tools and parts - ie, in a bike shop. *grins* Still, I did get my brakes replaced, which is not only Of The Good, but also Of The Much Safer. And hopefully BRM will remember to drop off an emergency pump tomorrow, because Murphy's Law is not especially kind to cyclists.
After the bikie things, I took him out for lunch, as payment, and we had the Showing of the Photos. His brother Stu rocked up at some point, and there was conversation and coffee and sunshine.
Of course, after bike maintenance, my hands smell like kerosene and oil. Somehow I doubt it will catch on with Chanel.
Work again, tomorrow. Still, there are things to be looked forward to, like my friend Jan coming down from Sydney (must find child-friendly venue, hmm...), and my birthday on Saturday (must think of something to actually do with that, hmm...) and my triumphant return to karate. Yes, I've decided to give myself an extra-large kick in the pants and get my arse back to training, combining it with some swimming on the other days. Mainly because the swimming is relaxing for me - practically meditation, really. All that stroke-counting.
Hmm, 'tis getting late. Should be getting myself to bed. Night, all. :)
Of course, the fact I'm busy most weekends doesn't help the actual rest part of Rest and Recuperation. Still, it's all in good fun.
Friday - you know, I keep this up and you people are going to think I have a drinking problem. And it doesn't help that whenever I'm trying to cut back, something comes up that practically insists on my drinking. This week it was the wine tasting night after work, in the lunchroom, at least until the lights turned off automatically at seven. ;) How can I resist a good red wine, I ask you?
So yeah, me and a few of the work people, a few bottles of red, (beer for those preferring it), and then great Greek food at Stalictites later and a snotty waiter who was highly amused by my wine spillage. *sighs* Yep, more for the barrel.
Note: The barrel refers to the Irish belief that, when you die, you are suspended upside down in a barrel, and all the alcohol you've ever spilled is poured in with you. If you manage to not drown in it (by virtue of being good at drinking upside down in a hurry, and haven't got much to be poured in with you), you don't go to Hell. Guess where I'm headed?
Oh, that's right, I'm already headed for the City of Dis on the Sixth Level. Silly me.
Still, the good thing about drinking red wine, especially if it's decent, is that there's very little in the way of hangover the next day. There was a casualty of my night's carousing, however - not counting whatever good opinion my co-workers still had of me, and my dignity in the face of the Snooty Waiter - my bike pump managed to come off my bike and met an unfortunate end under the wheels of a few cars. The really sad thing is that I didn't notice until today, when BRM asked me what the hell I'd done to it.
Saturday: Spent the morning waiting for BRM to call and let me know when he was coming round to work on Cecil, my bike. By 1.45pm I got tired of waiting and went down to the supermarket for some stuff and then got online to check my email. Of course, he calls when I'm online, and lets me know the car is having clutch trouble. Ah well, there's most of a day gone, so I spend the rest of it down in the park, reading - I've been inside all day and need the fresh air.
Sunday: This time I get a bike mechanic visit. :) Cecil has been thoroughly tweaked, and it seems I'm going to need a new set of gears sometime in the future, which means I'll be taking myself and Cecil down to his place in Caulfield for the work that needs a proper workbench and specialist tools and parts - ie, in a bike shop. *grins* Still, I did get my brakes replaced, which is not only Of The Good, but also Of The Much Safer. And hopefully BRM will remember to drop off an emergency pump tomorrow, because Murphy's Law is not especially kind to cyclists.
After the bikie things, I took him out for lunch, as payment, and we had the Showing of the Photos. His brother Stu rocked up at some point, and there was conversation and coffee and sunshine.
Of course, after bike maintenance, my hands smell like kerosene and oil. Somehow I doubt it will catch on with Chanel.
Work again, tomorrow. Still, there are things to be looked forward to, like my friend Jan coming down from Sydney (must find child-friendly venue, hmm...), and my birthday on Saturday (must think of something to actually do with that, hmm...) and my triumphant return to karate. Yes, I've decided to give myself an extra-large kick in the pants and get my arse back to training, combining it with some swimming on the other days. Mainly because the swimming is relaxing for me - practically meditation, really. All that stroke-counting.
Hmm, 'tis getting late. Should be getting myself to bed. Night, all. :)
