Micro Machines

After completing my washing up last night I had a beer to celebrate. Then I had another. After all that beer and washing up I felt dirty, so it was time for a shower. Because I did such a good job of cleaning myself in the shower I decided to celebrate by having another beer and calling a cab. I felt pretty good about myself.

I got the cab driver, who seemed to be from the West Indies, to drive me into the Queen Street Mall. From there I walked down to O'Malley's. There I met up with Ria and some other girls, one of them was Nat Hannah. It was happy hour so I bought three more beers. They were Coronas.

Sitting in the pub drinking beers and talking felt good. I was a little bit tired after the working week, but I was keeping things together reasonably well. After a little time passed some dudes showed up and it was decided that we would venture into the night and to the destination of true after work drinking, Fridays.

At Fridays there was lots of people in suits having a good time. I wasn't wearing a suit, but I was having a good time. Unfortunately it wasn't happy hour at Fridays.

While we were at Fridays there was a girl who was dressed a little bit inappropriately. It was fairly cold out, but this girl didn't seem to care. She was wearing a little black dress, and looked reasonably nice. The girls that I was with deemed her clothing to be too inappropriate and made some disparaging remarks about her possible morals. I was in an agreeable mood, and so agreed. I was then put up to a test.

I gathered my nerve and went and spoke to this girl and her friend. They abused me. It was pretty funny. They asked if I was with that group of girls over there who kept shooting them dirty looks. The friend said that her pal looked hot and that they were just jealous bitches. They said that they just wanted to go out for some drinks to celebrate the friend's 19th birthday. It was pretty funny. And I felt that they had a point. And with that I failed the Skank Test.

Apparently I was supposed to say at some point that the were looking at her not because they were jealous, but because she was a skank. Whoops!

After that the night pretty much petered out. I turned into a bit of a grump because I had failed the test. I tried to cheer myself up by eating a tandoori chicken sandwich and a meat pie from the servo over the road. I also consoled myself by purchasing a crappy magazine. I then walked across the road and up the stairs, through the front door and to the couch. There I watched some film clips on rage and passed out.

At some point Ria must have changed the channel and seen an advertisement for a relationship test with one of those sms service things. Apparently we are 58% compatible

"There could be power struggles with this relationship, and you'll need to empower each other rather than trying to be the dominant one in the relationship."

"You seek success in relationshops and like to be in charge of them. When things aren't going well you can be negative. You need to relax and enjoy your lover."

"Your match is happiest when they are in safe secure relationships. They can be a little shy with their partner and prefer to be a home rather than out in the crowds."

That was all (sic).

Today has been a very nice day. The weather was beautiful and I went with Tony to kick the football in a park. Afterwards we had a pie from the Stockman Pie shop on Oxford Street. I have never had such large meaty chunks in a pie before. It was awesome.