Thursday #79 – this Thursday I was
reminded of my slackness after texts from Legally Blonde and The Hot
One demanding more blogs. The verdict is still out on whether or not
Legs 11 even reads these ramblings...and fair enough. With my first
patient of the day running late (and turning up 27 minutes into his
half hour appointment) I had a bit of spare time to try and work out
what on earth I had been doing the past two weeks. As I wracked my
brain trying to remember how I had spent my Thursdays without free
movies, I vowed to be more on the ball when it came to writing this
blog.
As I looked at the date on the
calendar, I had a little reflection on the fact it would have been
Heath Ledger's 34th birthday this Thursday. It was only
10 days earlier that I had been remembering the 10 year anniversary
of some very excited 16 year olds meeting Heath and having photos
taken with him. I still have the signed pillow, book and framed
photos and while I am by no means the obsessed teenager I once was,
it still saddens me to think that he died at 28 and left behind a 2
year old daughter.
With my reflecting out of the way I got
typing as I had a particularly quiet afternoon with no patients
booked in after 3pm. I was so on top of the blog I was even thinking
about what I was doing as I was doing it – ready to record. Sadly
it has still taken me a week to get to writing about it and suddenly
it seems much less exciting and memorable.
After work I headed home and got
changed, ready to head to The Belrose Hotel with DTM and The Cabbie.
Usually my time at The Belrose Hotel is spent competing in trivia on
a Tuesday night so it was a bit strange heading there on a trivialess
Thursday. DTM felt like we needed to go to dinner with The Cabbie to
get him out of the house – I think it was all a bit of a front as The Cabbie seems to get out more than DTM. Not wanting me to drive
(because apparently it is important for me to get drunk on a Thursday
night with DTM and his dad), DTM had arranged for the courtesy bus to
pick us up at 6pm.
As our free transport pulled up at the
house, I couldn't help feeling a little bad as I had no plans to
drink more than a cider or 2 and could quite easily have driven us
there and home. I was kinda relieved though as I am not the most
confident of drivers and the idea of driving The Cabbie somewhere did
terrify me slightly. I think DTM knew this and used the “I want
you to be able to drink” line as an excuse. Well played.
We picked out our meals and made use of
our shop-a-dockets to get some discounted din dins and a cheeky pear
Bulmers. Some soccer club locals came around selling raffle tickets
and DTM and The Cabbie each bought some. Not me – not only did the
idea of a meat tray not excite me enough to want to part with my
cash, but also it felt wrong supporting Belrose Terrey Hills soccer
and not my own Forest Killarney. I may not be playing this year but
I'm no traitor. We caught a glimpse of one of the super meat trays
and spent the next hour hoping we wouldn't win as there was no way it
was gonna fit in our fridge/freezer/bellies.
Sure enough, being probably the only
entrants not wanting to win, we took home one of the two super meat
trays with enough beef to feed a small army. The chunks of steak,
whole chicken and half a kilo of bacon was suddenly making me feel a
little vegetarian. After looking at some old family photos on the
ipad (from before DTM was alive) – isn't that what one does when
out at dinner? – we got the courtesy bus back home and I left DTM
and The Cabbie to work out what to do with the meat.
A fairly quiet Thursday at work topped
with a slightly strange dinner out. I was forced to have 3 ciders
while watching DTM go through beer after beer and The Cabbie knock
down a couple of beers and bottle of wine. For once I didn't feel
like a raging alcoholic but understood why DTM might be...
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