hello!
just got home from a reasonably large night of eating and drinking. first stop was dinner at jazzushi, the combo jazz and sushi joint in surrey hills, which is not nearly as good as it sounds. around the table there were 11 people, 5 couples and me. two of whom are ex-girlfriends sitting with their new fiances. there was literally 10 people in couples around the table, then me and an empty setting in front of me where my ex would have been.
was concerned about how i'd deal with this, but it was actually quite cathartic, two of the boyfriends spent the whole night sitting around sullenly like emasculated lapdogs, who'd been dragged along because these girls have always got to have their boyfriends there, they're that kind of girls. it's a competition thing. and the engaged ex's spent most of the night being all flirty.....
highlight of the night:
ex number one (gorgeous girl, mousey brown hair, petite features, first love of my life, broke up mid 2000) is having a good time and wants to stay and will therefore miss the ferry back to manly (the other side of sydney and a long expensive cab ride if you miss the ferry), her fiance gets all cranky but of course doesn't insist on leaving so they stay. now the fiance is a bit cranky and shirty and i'm feeling quite good after many gin and tonics over the course of the weekend, so i say man, chill out, have a shot of vodka and beer and we'll have a chat and have a great time, how much is a cab going to cost you anyway? he replies fifty bucks, i say mate what's fifty dollars, you're with your friends, kick back and have a good time, he replies:
well, i guess you don't have a mortguage do you.
oooooooooh. harsh. you know your friends are getting old when shit like that gets pulled on you
no i don't motherfucker. and i can afford to stay out and enjoy my friends company and not worry about the cab home. you know what, i can even leave my job and go and see some of the world, and not worry about whether the bank is going to foreclose, AND when i'm in a relationship i have the balls to say no to being dragged along as a handbag to parties i don't want to go to. so fuck you and your $500,000 two bedroom apartment that you'll be paying off for the next 30 years.
yeah!
went to purple sneakers on friday night, lots of indie kids, not my scene, but was amusing to check out.
off to bed
just got home from a reasonably large night of eating and drinking. first stop was dinner at jazzushi, the combo jazz and sushi joint in surrey hills, which is not nearly as good as it sounds. around the table there were 11 people, 5 couples and me. two of whom are ex-girlfriends sitting with their new fiances. there was literally 10 people in couples around the table, then me and an empty setting in front of me where my ex would have been.
was concerned about how i'd deal with this, but it was actually quite cathartic, two of the boyfriends spent the whole night sitting around sullenly like emasculated lapdogs, who'd been dragged along because these girls have always got to have their boyfriends there, they're that kind of girls. it's a competition thing. and the engaged ex's spent most of the night being all flirty.....
highlight of the night:
ex number one (gorgeous girl, mousey brown hair, petite features, first love of my life, broke up mid 2000) is having a good time and wants to stay and will therefore miss the ferry back to manly (the other side of sydney and a long expensive cab ride if you miss the ferry), her fiance gets all cranky but of course doesn't insist on leaving so they stay. now the fiance is a bit cranky and shirty and i'm feeling quite good after many gin and tonics over the course of the weekend, so i say man, chill out, have a shot of vodka and beer and we'll have a chat and have a great time, how much is a cab going to cost you anyway? he replies fifty bucks, i say mate what's fifty dollars, you're with your friends, kick back and have a good time, he replies:
well, i guess you don't have a mortguage do you.
oooooooooh. harsh. you know your friends are getting old when shit like that gets pulled on you
no i don't motherfucker. and i can afford to stay out and enjoy my friends company and not worry about the cab home. you know what, i can even leave my job and go and see some of the world, and not worry about whether the bank is going to foreclose, AND when i'm in a relationship i have the balls to say no to being dragged along as a handbag to parties i don't want to go to. so fuck you and your $500,000 two bedroom apartment that you'll be paying off for the next 30 years.
yeah!
went to purple sneakers on friday night, lots of indie kids, not my scene, but was amusing to check out.
off to bed
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i know, one of these days it will happen and it will be the nicest surprise ever.