Exactly What I Wanted

Things I did over the weekend:

Bought my tickets for Melbourne, woo! I can’t wait to spend some more time in this fabulous city with the fabulous Georgina in her fabulous new spare room. When I emailed something anxious like “I DON’T WANT TO BE A BOTHER I CAN STAY IN A BACKPACKERS” she immediately replied with “Don’t even think about it.” I have also made arrangements to spend two weeks volunteering with a wallaby conservation group in Queensland; plans for my five-day dive certification course have not, as yet, been made. I cannot wait for this vacation, man. I hope it really is just a vacation and not the beginning of the end of my time in the Southern Hemisphere. Fingers still very much crossed on that.

Somehow broke the washing machine, with my wet clothes still in it, unable to go through the spin cycle. A. texted me some positive affirmations to use, to attract functioning appliances to our house. It took me twenty-four hours on the line and two hours in the dryer to dry them.

Realized the clock on my phone was wrong when I left the house and had to sprint for the bus. The bus driver actually stopped in the middle of the road for me and let me on special, saying. “You’re a fast runner eh!”

Attempted to get cash from the ATM on Courtenay Place, and almost succeeded, except for the part where I take the cash out of the ATM instead of just carefully pocketing my EFTPOS card and going on my way, oblivious to the twenty flapping merrily behind me.

Watched three episodes of Planet Earth, getting all shivery when David Atenborough went, referring to the lynx of the taiga ice forest, “It is the definition of wilderness.”

Went to the food show with my good friends Deirdre and Nahum, who clearly know the way to my heart. “So, wait,” I said when we got to the stadium. “We just basically walk around and…eat things?”

”Exactly, said Deirdre.

Totally my kind of outing. Don’t worry, I took some terrible pictures, causing Nahum to roll his eyes and yell “Tourist! American tourist!” Let me first point you to some delicious scroggin, which is what Kiwis say instead of gorp or trail mix:

Mostly I concentrated on the multiple kinds of dip on display at this food show, because I love nothing so much as I love dip, but I have to say the various infomercial-type displays were pretty funny too.

Here are some whitebait fritters, which were for buying and not for sampling. Those are little larval fish pancakes, there, for seven dollars NZ apiece.

Deirdre saw this before I did and at first I didn’t believe her. “A drink made out of potatoes? I sneered? They wouldn’t let you sample this either, or else you know I would have tried it, simply to experience the no doubt magnificent squinch-face it would make me make.

Hmm, this reminded me of something…

I initially went over to this girl because she had some really good dip in her basket, but when I saw her cute mushroom boobies (they had gills and everything!) I had to ask to take a photo. She was very friendly and accommodating, and even let me have seconds on the dip.

Uh, okay, where was I? I got all excited thinking about the food show. Speaking of which, after we were done I walked from the stadium back to Courtenay Place via Lambton Quay in the very unseasonal sunshine and then had a perfect nap when I got home, gazing up at the blue sky from little square of sunshine on my bed, drifting off to sleep amongst a fortress of pillows.

Went to a birthday dinner and ate Chinese food.

Came home early from said birthday dinner and happened to catch one of my favorite movies, Kissing Jessica Stein and felt very happy to be curled up on the couch all by myself on the couch under four blankets in my little flat.

Vacuumed the kitchen floor.

Cleaned out my pantry shelves and spilled couscous on the freshly vacuumed floor.

Vaccuumed the kitchen floor again.

Spent multiple hours curled up on my bed watching House slashvids because obviously I am insane. Wait, no, I’m wrong. That’s what I did last weekend.

Learned bow tie transition (sort of) and The Orbit in Sunday’s bellydance class.

Made the first braised brussel sprouts of the season.

Watched Breakin’ II- Electric Boogaloo, probably for the first time since it came out, and laughed until I cried. I hadn’t realized it featured so much bondage gear. Nor Ice-T.

Did basically exactly what I wanted the whole weekend, my favorite thing in the world.