Thursday #43 – it was an early start this Thursday as one of
us had to wake up at 6.30 to get to uni and the other got to sleep in
indefinitely, since Thursday isn’t 1 of the 2 days a week they work. I said goodbye to DTM and remembered that the
downside to living on the northern beaches was having to allow almost 2 hours
to get to uni.
Luckily I managed to get there slightly early and had time
to scoff down a bacon and egg roll and a juice before clinic. This Thursday was Foundation Day at uni; a
day for celebrating the university’s birthday by getting stupidly drunk. Sadly The Italian and I were on call (and
felt super important telling people that), so despite not having any patients
that day, we had to remain within 15 minutes of clinic at all times and
getting drunk wasn’t really an option. We
helped out at the clinic’s stall by posing for photos in the photobooth and
occasionally letting others in too. We dazzled The Persian Uniform Police with our singing and earnt the accurate description of "hot mummas who can sing too". Apparently
we were encouraging contact lens appointments but I can’t guarantee our
photobooth enthusiasm actually helped achieve that. Regardless of that, we still somehow managed to walk away with a lollybag for our efforts.
After a rather large lunch we headed back to clinic for more
bludging and waiting for 5 o’clock to come around. Eventually it did and I set off to the city
for my dinner date with The Hot One. Rudely
she kept me waiting and I tried to look busy/important/popular hanging on the
street corner near central while she trained her way over. We picked ourselves up a bottle of wine and
joined a long queue for Chat Thai. When we
finally got to sit down we were starving and our wine was a little warm. We sorted ourselves out with an ice bucket
and I left the ordering in the capable hands of The Hot One – after all she is
of Asian descent so surely she knows best.
After din dins we parted ways as she headed back to where
everyone’s new favourite “reality” show is filmed and I headed home to hang
with The Bra Boys. I watched what I thought
was the season finale of Grey’s Anatomy
and almost threw the remote at the TV when the plane crash didn’t feature. If I see one more ad for that damn season
finale promising me it’s the end for one of those annoying characters and then
just another non-ending episode I will be ropable! No movies or ice-cream and minimal DTM, but
posing in photobooths, singing in clinic and dinner dates with The Hot One all
make for a very enjoyable Thursday!
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