But There's Something Else.
Chris F messaged me first thing this morning, woke me up actually :) Asked if I was free today and wanted to do anything. I thought it was a coincidence that he contacted me because I was going to call him today and ask if he wanted to do something with Brenton and I. So anyway, it turns out Brenton was the one who told him we had made plans, and that's why Chris wanted to know if I wanted to do something. Brenton called me up later on and we tossed around some ideas and decided to meet at Pac Fair first, at 11:30 a.m.
So I'm driving there and I turn into the road that goes to the Myer car park, and lo and behold, they've blocked it off, so I have to turn into the car park under the cinema's and there's NO spaces because everybody who wanted to park by Myer has done the exact same thing, so I had to get out of Pac Fair, do a u-turn and go down all the way past Dracula's into the first Mermaid Beach roundabout and come back around just so I could turn into the lower Daimaru car park. Fuck that. I was 20 minutes late. The guys were waiting for me at Zaraffa's Coffee, blergh, I hate being late. Huge hugs all around, and we sat there and chatted for a bit before deciding we were really hungry, so Chris suggests we go to the Wildlife Cafe, which is that big cafe in the middle of Pac Fair, by the pond with the fountains and turning water-wheel. It's really nice there, and you can sit outside on bar stools facing the pond. Food and coffee were both good. Brenton oversalted his chips, haha, they already had chicken salt on them and he doused them in a thick layer of normal salt, and Chris and I are like errrr, brenton... .. ... it was so AWESOME catching up with those guys. They have all these hilarious stories to tell, and random anecdotes and songs, internet meme's etc that they bring up... gosh, they are such a laugh. I noticed that I didn't feel exactly the same as before when we used to hang out at school, probably because I don't get to see them very much so I've forgotten how I used to treat them, but as the day unfolded, I started to warm up and remember that I used to hit them a lot, and argued with them a lot (mostly Brenton), and paid them out. Yay for that!
We fed the fishies in the pond even though we weren't supposed to. Well, we put salt and pepper in the pond, hehe. I have got to get back into AFL. I am so disappointed in myself for giving up on following them. I was still fanatical about AFL in my first year at college, and I would e-mail all the tippers in my tipping competition every week with the new round... Chris F, Chris Shuker, Tara, Brenton, Kit were in it. At one point I think even Dirk was in it (well, when I was running my tipping competition at school he was). Gosh that was freakin' awesome. Then I went crazy over soccer, because of my soccer-crazy friends at college and the soccer world cup. And since then... AFL has just kind of faded away from the scene. I actually stay up late to watch soccer games now, but I never watch the AFL games on the weekends in the middle of the day. What a shame. Anyhow.
After lunch we went to Coles to get something to drink because it was really hot and sticky and humid and gross. Then we decided to pile into Brenton's car and go bowling at Strike in Cavill Mall. We had to drive out to Southport first, to Chris' mum's house to get a voucher, then we went bowling. Hahaha...Brenton's parking was so bad, Chris and I got out of the car and stood there pointing and laughing at him. First he parked like a metre from the curb, then he practically hit the curb, and we gave him crap about his ineptness. As for bowling, OMFG, we were SO INCREDIBLY BAD in the first game. I was exceptionally bad, but the guys were pretty terrible too. I had an accumulated score of something like 58, and Brenton was somewhere in the high 60's and Chris was in the early 80's. It was totally the warm-up game. I was so amazed at just how bad we were, it felt like we were trying to be as unskilled as possible. Wow. The second game was much better and I won by a couple of points and we got some strikes, but it was still pretty bad. I ended up in the mid-90's and the guys were in the mid-80's... nobody broke 100. We have got to go back some other time and practice, because today was ridiculous! We got a good laugh though, a really good laugh at the complete suckiness that seemed to have invaded our space. The bowling shoes were cool. They used to have these daggy ones, but they must have upgraded them since I last bowled there... they kinda look futuristic - like space shoes that you can fly away in or teleport with.
After two games of bowling, we drove over to the pool hole behind Sizzler's on the Gold Coast highway and played like a million games of pool. It was so much fun. We played two different games - one where you have to save your balls (1-5, 6-10, 11-15) and keep them from being knocked out while trying to knock other peoples ball out. And then we just played with solids and stripes where you have to knock your own out. There are probably proper names for these games, but I forget them :P At one point in one of our games, only Chris and I were playing against each other and I was doing reeeeeeeeeally bad. Like, Chris had ONE ball left to knock out before the black one, and I hadn't knocked ANY of mine out yet, and Brenton and Chris were like: So have we told you about the rule where if you don't knock a single ball out before the end of the game, you have to run pants-less around the pool table? And I freaked out real bad, because I seriously wouldn't put it past them to force me to do that if I really failed to knock a single ball out. I fretted so bad and I just kept pushing balls around without luck, thankfull Chris wasn't having much luck with his last ball either *phew* But they were both teasing me about it, saying they'd make me walk along the highway with my pants off, etc, I really was freakin' out, lol. EVENTUALLY, to my relief, I knocked one ball out and then I knocked another two out after that, easy. It was like once the pressure was off, I could concentrate and play properly. The guys were like: Whoa, notice how she plays better once the pressures off? What the heck... haha. Brenton won most of the games, and Chris and I won a game each, I think.
We got out of the pool hole sometime after 5 p.m. and we drove back to Pac Fair so I could get my dad's car. Brenton had picked Chris up, so Chris didn't have his car with him. We decided to crash at Chris's for a bit, and Chris jumped in my car for the ride over to his house. Brenton hooned all the way there. Then it was my turn to be a retard. We had wound down the windows in my car so we could yell at Brenton while waiting for the lights, so while I was parking outside Chris's house, the windows were still down. And Brenton was parking by the curb parallel to me on the other side of the street. And I totally hit the curb and I exclaimed really loudly, and Chris leant over to tell Brenton, and Brenton was like you suck even worse than me, I can't believe you were giving me crap before, etc. I was funny because Brenton said he wouldn't have known I hit the curb if it weren't for my huge yell. Damn! We crashed on Chris' lounge and watched Foxtel - the top *insert large number* rock songs of all time - we only watched four of them though - Nirvana, Queen, Led Zepellin, AC/DC. Whooo for classic rock, it's awesome. Rockstars were all so thin, gangly and wasted away back then. Ick. Nobody could pull that off today, it's a style and image reserved solely for the 60's and 70's.
We were going to go to the beach for a swim, but I didn't have my swimming gear and neither did Brenton, so we didn't go. But it would have been such a lovely time to go - it was like 5:30 and the sun was just setting so it wasn't too hot, but still warm enough to be beach-ing it. Hopefully we can go some other time. I'm dying to go beach-ing. So we crashed and chatted and threw balls around and drank lemon soda and then Katie Little came over and we played a game of poker.
We were planning to all head down to Melbourne for Matty Williams' 21st birthday - well, Chris is definitely going, his ticket is only costing him 40-odd dollars (one way, Business class)... DAMN PILOTS! Brenton and I were like: So, um, what do you think of going to flight school hm? Oh yeah I think it sounds like a very good idea, etc. I am so envious at just how cheap it is for pilots to fly, like, really, really envious. If I could fly cheap, you would probably never see me again. I'd be jetting all over the world all the time. Ah, dreams. So anyway, we looked up some flights for Friday for regular folks... but they're all like $200-$400 ONE WAY to Melbourne. Coming back from Melbourne is much cheaper, but still not so cheap. Either way, it was still going cost like at least $400-$500 to fly return. So yeah, no. Which is lame because I haven't seen Matty in ages and I really want to go to Melbourne. Ah well, guess I'll just call him on the day :) Remember when Matty and I got married in grade 12? We had that wedding on the QE steps, haha, and he gave me a black plastic ring that was one of those things you hold other things tightly together with... I forget what they're called. But man that was funny, esp. because I cannot remember how we even came up with that joke?! I just can't seem to remember!
Well I had to go home for dinner, so I left just before 7 p.m. We talked about doing something for Australia Day, but both Chris and I are busy until 1-2 in the afternoon that day, so nothing is official yet. We'll see. Sitting in the backseat of Brenton's car, with the windows down and the sunroof open... the wind blowing through our hair... that was the coolest feeling ever. It was somewhat freeing. I had to sit with the seatbelt wrapped behind my back for awhile though, because somebody sunk the seatbelt-lock into the seat and I had a really hard time getting it back out. Eventually Brenton and I got it out, he pushed the seat down, while I tried to pry the damn thing out again. Chris was our cheer squad, and claimed we looked highly suspect. WTF. I had such an awesome time today though. I love those guys so much, they are hilarious.
So I'm driving there and I turn into the road that goes to the Myer car park, and lo and behold, they've blocked it off, so I have to turn into the car park under the cinema's and there's NO spaces because everybody who wanted to park by Myer has done the exact same thing, so I had to get out of Pac Fair, do a u-turn and go down all the way past Dracula's into the first Mermaid Beach roundabout and come back around just so I could turn into the lower Daimaru car park. Fuck that. I was 20 minutes late. The guys were waiting for me at Zaraffa's Coffee, blergh, I hate being late. Huge hugs all around, and we sat there and chatted for a bit before deciding we were really hungry, so Chris suggests we go to the Wildlife Cafe, which is that big cafe in the middle of Pac Fair, by the pond with the fountains and turning water-wheel. It's really nice there, and you can sit outside on bar stools facing the pond. Food and coffee were both good. Brenton oversalted his chips, haha, they already had chicken salt on them and he doused them in a thick layer of normal salt, and Chris and I are like errrr, brenton... .. ... it was so AWESOME catching up with those guys. They have all these hilarious stories to tell, and random anecdotes and songs, internet meme's etc that they bring up... gosh, they are such a laugh. I noticed that I didn't feel exactly the same as before when we used to hang out at school, probably because I don't get to see them very much so I've forgotten how I used to treat them, but as the day unfolded, I started to warm up and remember that I used to hit them a lot, and argued with them a lot (mostly Brenton), and paid them out. Yay for that!
We fed the fishies in the pond even though we weren't supposed to. Well, we put salt and pepper in the pond, hehe. I have got to get back into AFL. I am so disappointed in myself for giving up on following them. I was still fanatical about AFL in my first year at college, and I would e-mail all the tippers in my tipping competition every week with the new round... Chris F, Chris Shuker, Tara, Brenton, Kit were in it. At one point I think even Dirk was in it (well, when I was running my tipping competition at school he was). Gosh that was freakin' awesome. Then I went crazy over soccer, because of my soccer-crazy friends at college and the soccer world cup. And since then... AFL has just kind of faded away from the scene. I actually stay up late to watch soccer games now, but I never watch the AFL games on the weekends in the middle of the day. What a shame. Anyhow.
After lunch we went to Coles to get something to drink because it was really hot and sticky and humid and gross. Then we decided to pile into Brenton's car and go bowling at Strike in Cavill Mall. We had to drive out to Southport first, to Chris' mum's house to get a voucher, then we went bowling. Hahaha...Brenton's parking was so bad, Chris and I got out of the car and stood there pointing and laughing at him. First he parked like a metre from the curb, then he practically hit the curb, and we gave him crap about his ineptness. As for bowling, OMFG, we were SO INCREDIBLY BAD in the first game. I was exceptionally bad, but the guys were pretty terrible too. I had an accumulated score of something like 58, and Brenton was somewhere in the high 60's and Chris was in the early 80's. It was totally the warm-up game. I was so amazed at just how bad we were, it felt like we were trying to be as unskilled as possible. Wow. The second game was much better and I won by a couple of points and we got some strikes, but it was still pretty bad. I ended up in the mid-90's and the guys were in the mid-80's... nobody broke 100. We have got to go back some other time and practice, because today was ridiculous! We got a good laugh though, a really good laugh at the complete suckiness that seemed to have invaded our space. The bowling shoes were cool. They used to have these daggy ones, but they must have upgraded them since I last bowled there... they kinda look futuristic - like space shoes that you can fly away in or teleport with.
After two games of bowling, we drove over to the pool hole behind Sizzler's on the Gold Coast highway and played like a million games of pool. It was so much fun. We played two different games - one where you have to save your balls (1-5, 6-10, 11-15) and keep them from being knocked out while trying to knock other peoples ball out. And then we just played with solids and stripes where you have to knock your own out. There are probably proper names for these games, but I forget them :P At one point in one of our games, only Chris and I were playing against each other and I was doing reeeeeeeeeally bad. Like, Chris had ONE ball left to knock out before the black one, and I hadn't knocked ANY of mine out yet, and Brenton and Chris were like: So have we told you about the rule where if you don't knock a single ball out before the end of the game, you have to run pants-less around the pool table? And I freaked out real bad, because I seriously wouldn't put it past them to force me to do that if I really failed to knock a single ball out. I fretted so bad and I just kept pushing balls around without luck, thankfull Chris wasn't having much luck with his last ball either *phew* But they were both teasing me about it, saying they'd make me walk along the highway with my pants off, etc, I really was freakin' out, lol. EVENTUALLY, to my relief, I knocked one ball out and then I knocked another two out after that, easy. It was like once the pressure was off, I could concentrate and play properly. The guys were like: Whoa, notice how she plays better once the pressures off? What the heck... haha. Brenton won most of the games, and Chris and I won a game each, I think.
We got out of the pool hole sometime after 5 p.m. and we drove back to Pac Fair so I could get my dad's car. Brenton had picked Chris up, so Chris didn't have his car with him. We decided to crash at Chris's for a bit, and Chris jumped in my car for the ride over to his house. Brenton hooned all the way there. Then it was my turn to be a retard. We had wound down the windows in my car so we could yell at Brenton while waiting for the lights, so while I was parking outside Chris's house, the windows were still down. And Brenton was parking by the curb parallel to me on the other side of the street. And I totally hit the curb and I exclaimed really loudly, and Chris leant over to tell Brenton, and Brenton was like you suck even worse than me, I can't believe you were giving me crap before, etc. I was funny because Brenton said he wouldn't have known I hit the curb if it weren't for my huge yell. Damn! We crashed on Chris' lounge and watched Foxtel - the top *insert large number* rock songs of all time - we only watched four of them though - Nirvana, Queen, Led Zepellin, AC/DC. Whooo for classic rock, it's awesome. Rockstars were all so thin, gangly and wasted away back then. Ick. Nobody could pull that off today, it's a style and image reserved solely for the 60's and 70's.
We were going to go to the beach for a swim, but I didn't have my swimming gear and neither did Brenton, so we didn't go. But it would have been such a lovely time to go - it was like 5:30 and the sun was just setting so it wasn't too hot, but still warm enough to be beach-ing it. Hopefully we can go some other time. I'm dying to go beach-ing. So we crashed and chatted and threw balls around and drank lemon soda and then Katie Little came over and we played a game of poker.
We were planning to all head down to Melbourne for Matty Williams' 21st birthday - well, Chris is definitely going, his ticket is only costing him 40-odd dollars (one way, Business class)... DAMN PILOTS! Brenton and I were like: So, um, what do you think of going to flight school hm? Oh yeah I think it sounds like a very good idea, etc. I am so envious at just how cheap it is for pilots to fly, like, really, really envious. If I could fly cheap, you would probably never see me again. I'd be jetting all over the world all the time. Ah, dreams. So anyway, we looked up some flights for Friday for regular folks... but they're all like $200-$400 ONE WAY to Melbourne. Coming back from Melbourne is much cheaper, but still not so cheap. Either way, it was still going cost like at least $400-$500 to fly return. So yeah, no. Which is lame because I haven't seen Matty in ages and I really want to go to Melbourne. Ah well, guess I'll just call him on the day :) Remember when Matty and I got married in grade 12? We had that wedding on the QE steps, haha, and he gave me a black plastic ring that was one of those things you hold other things tightly together with... I forget what they're called. But man that was funny, esp. because I cannot remember how we even came up with that joke?! I just can't seem to remember!
Well I had to go home for dinner, so I left just before 7 p.m. We talked about doing something for Australia Day, but both Chris and I are busy until 1-2 in the afternoon that day, so nothing is official yet. We'll see. Sitting in the backseat of Brenton's car, with the windows down and the sunroof open... the wind blowing through our hair... that was the coolest feeling ever. It was somewhat freeing. I had to sit with the seatbelt wrapped behind my back for awhile though, because somebody sunk the seatbelt-lock into the seat and I had a really hard time getting it back out. Eventually Brenton and I got it out, he pushed the seat down, while I tried to pry the damn thing out again. Chris was our cheer squad, and claimed we looked highly suspect. WTF. I had such an awesome time today though. I love those guys so much, they are hilarious.