Thursday #29 – this day kicked off with an early start on a mattress on the floor of The BH&G Fan’s bedroom. She was heading off to the gym before work and I was heading off to Guide Dogs Australia for a uni assessment. After showering and dressing and downing a quick brekkie, I managed to score a lift to Guide Dogs with The Dean on his way to work.
Once I was there, I was met by The Shortie and The Greatest Shavee – not my usual uni partners since The Italian and I had been split up for this placement, but still exciting as we’d had clinics together last year and hadn’t realised how much we’d missed each other’s hilarity this year. Ok well they hadn’t realised how much they’d missed my hilarity. I dazzled them with my incompetence and somehow came out of the day with them thinking I liked looking at pictures of chickens on the internet, just for shits and gigs.
After a text from The Hot One alerting me to a facebook tagging, I had to catch them up on my life story, the recent holiday and DTM. I then listened as The Shortie tried to compare her own life to mine. Sure there was a man and he was o/s but that was pretty much where the similarities ended. Her story wasn’t even funny and certainly didn’t involve duck backpacks as mine had. The Greatest Shavee almost wet herself when I mentioned my soccer skills and then we reminisced about clinic last year where I had somehow been described as the elite athlete of the group. I can’t be sure if “elite” was used at the time but I’m pretty sure it was implied. Her memories of that clinic – “oh yeah that was so funny, you were apparently an athlete”…come to think of it I haven’t missed clinic with her all that much.
After finishing up there (about half an hour late due to my own inability to shut up when discussing myself) it was time to drive home before heading off on a long drive up north. When I got home, M-Dizzle and I chatted as we ate the pretty m&ms I had bought in New York and I wondered why I had bothered spending so much money on overpriced chocolate just because they were nice colours, when she and I were the only people who would ever see them.
Then it was time to drive up to The Farge’s place on The Central Coast. With no idea where I was going, I relied on my phone’s GPS to get me there. Big mistake. My phone decided to turn itself off 3 times before I got to my final destination, and eventually died when I was about 5 minutes away from his house. The last thing I heard was “at the next roundabout turn” and I hoped I would be able to wing it from there. After some pizza and pasta I fell asleep on the lounge and tried to blame it on jetlag.
As far as Thursdays go it certainly wasn’t as exciting as NYC or Barbados but it was definitely a step up from some earlier ones. It was stressful drive north but the morning’s laughs made up for it.
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