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This weekend just gone was alarmingly social. On Saturday I headed out to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
k29's place for some retail therapy and much-needed alcohol. We went to the rip-off merchants known as the Pancake Parlour for lunch - seriously, a pancake, salad and a drink should not cost $26 a person unless they're being presented on a gold platter by the Queen of Sheeba - before heading to the Big Shopping Centre nearby to hunt down undies, socks, and a birthday present from me to Matt.
Then it was back to her place with Cascade for her and a pack of vodka-guava mix thingies for me, whereupon we found ourselves ranting lots, eating sloppy macaroni cheese and nacho chips and watching The Lakehouse and Lionheart: the Jesse Martin Story. I think I'd have liked the former a lot less and the latter a lot more if I'd been sober. In retrospect, I should probably have left asking her to be my bridesmaid - which I'd been planning to do for ages - until I wasn't waving a bottle gleefully around to make a point, but oh well. She said yes (AFTER CALLING ME A NUT) and that's what matters.
I ended up staying the night at her place, which I'd kind of thought about in advance. 'Kind-of' in that I knew I'd need pyjamas and undies, but didn't think to pack my toiletries, including the contact lens case. Le sigh. Usually it's not a problem to sleep the night in my lenses - they're a bit festy in the morning, but nothing that can't be fixed up with solution when I get near some. Sunday morning my eyes hurt like buggery. I caught a taxi home, because there's no way I was even going to be able to find a chemist with my eyes like that.
After having the lenses out for most of the day, my eyes seemed to be settling down. Which was a Good Thing, because we were heading out for Yet Another Stab At That Indian Food Concept withltempt and his partner. The food was surprisingly to my liking; I think I had to have really good (and really mild!) Indian for that to kick in properly. I loved the chicken tandoori Jamie cooked last time I was in Perth, too, but that's been far from typical. The alcohol was another first - Indian beer (very light, probably a lager), and drambuie, which I quickly learnt you don't sniff or hold in your mouth unless you want third degree burns.
So now we have a bridesmaid and a best man. Yay. Onto organising the rest of the wedding, eh?
k29's place for some retail therapy and much-needed alcohol. We went to the rip-off merchants known as the Pancake Parlour for lunch - seriously, a pancake, salad and a drink should not cost $26 a person unless they're being presented on a gold platter by the Queen of Sheeba - before heading to the Big Shopping Centre nearby to hunt down undies, socks, and a birthday present from me to Matt. Then it was back to her place with Cascade for her and a pack of vodka-guava mix thingies for me, whereupon we found ourselves ranting lots, eating sloppy macaroni cheese and nacho chips and watching The Lakehouse and Lionheart: the Jesse Martin Story. I think I'd have liked the former a lot less and the latter a lot more if I'd been sober. In retrospect, I should probably have left asking her to be my bridesmaid - which I'd been planning to do for ages - until I wasn't waving a bottle gleefully around to make a point, but oh well. She said yes (AFTER CALLING ME A NUT) and that's what matters.
I ended up staying the night at her place, which I'd kind of thought about in advance. 'Kind-of' in that I knew I'd need pyjamas and undies, but didn't think to pack my toiletries, including the contact lens case. Le sigh. Usually it's not a problem to sleep the night in my lenses - they're a bit festy in the morning, but nothing that can't be fixed up with solution when I get near some. Sunday morning my eyes hurt like buggery. I caught a taxi home, because there's no way I was even going to be able to find a chemist with my eyes like that.
After having the lenses out for most of the day, my eyes seemed to be settling down. Which was a Good Thing, because we were heading out for Yet Another Stab At That Indian Food Concept with
ltempt and his partner. The food was surprisingly to my liking; I think I had to have really good (and really mild!) Indian for that to kick in properly. I loved the chicken tandoori Jamie cooked last time I was in Perth, too, but that's been far from typical. The alcohol was another first - Indian beer (very light, probably a lager), and drambuie, which I quickly learnt you don't sniff or hold in your mouth unless you want third degree burns.So now we have a bridesmaid and a best man. Yay. Onto organising the rest of the wedding, eh?
