Life’s been a bit disjointed lately. I’ve fallen out of what little routine I had, and I’ve found all softs of reasons to stop me from doing what I want to do. It’s an odd place.
On the up side it was Laura’s birthday yesterday, so we all went out to Katmandu something something in Paddington. Being in Paddington, it was some obscure cuisine that nobody has ever heard of — Nepalese, would you believe — and they served all kinds of delicious things that you similarly wouldn’t find at McDonald’s.
I don’t know what was going on, but it was odd. I decided to drive (despite my rant about driving the other day,) and it was just surreal. I don’t know what it was, but I put on my favourite CD and driving through the twilight was just the oddest sensation — I kind of felt like I was floating.
So I pulled the car over (after having arrived) and was brought back to earth by $4 in ATM fees. I was pissed off when I realised I’d forgotten to brin gmy cash, and livid when the Australian Federal Reserve and their obscene regulatory antics ate enough of my bank balance that I couldn’t get out the cash I wanted. Quite literally I had thirty-nine dollars in the account after it had charged me doublefees, and the machine only dispensed twenties.
I jogged up the road to the restaurant itself, which made me reminisce about jogging, and how I should get out and jog again. Then I walked through the door and a cheer went up as the hungry and similarly rambunctious group hailed simultaneously. I felt so special, as if I were the birthday girl. There were about thirty people vying for my attention at that very moment, and it was so overwhelming I walked right past Laura the actual birthday girl, and felt terribly rude.
It was decided that we were going to collectively have a buffet. Some arbitrary amount of cash exchanged hands, and the meal started rolling. There were two courses (although three were advertised,) and it was really wonderful food. I got myself stuck at the vegetarian end of the table, so I mostly settled for beans and tofu, but toward the end I got my greasy fingers on a beef dish which, while meaty, didn’t have the same charm.
Before you knew it, the night was over. Several things happened in the middle but I’m not going to recount them because it’s half past one and I’m tired and I should be asleep because I need to get up early tomorrow and work and it’s not going to be pretty. Just take it on face value that it was a good night, there were no conflicts or rude interruptions, nobody spilled their drink on anybody else, and everybody went home with a slight buzz.
Driving home I didn’t exhibit any symptoms.
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