Hoo boy. What a truly, truly mammoth weekend - thank goodness that it was 3 days long or I wouldn’t have been able to fit it all in!
Eddy came over for dinner and TV on Friday night, which was good, and by the time he left at about 9:30pm (!) I was fully ready for bed so that I could get enough rest for the monster weekend ahead. Saturday morning was market-day, and Bek rode over for a 7:30am start. Rob and Nadia were kind enough, once-again, to do the driving, and a good time was had by all. I took my knives to get sharpened, and because we always start at the opposite end to the knife man, they weren’t done by the time we were ready to leave, so I’ll have to pick them up in a fortnight, I bought some more Love cordial, some fish from the fish man, some Chriberg sausages from the sausage man, and tomato and mushrooms to top it all off. We were ready to go, when Nadia suggested that we really should be trying the greek yoghurt place, so we mooched over to it and saw possibly the longest line in history. Rob and Weeden were at the front of the line, so I subtly pushed in and got some yoghurt without waiting. Apparently, no sooner had we bought then a greek youghurt place employee was sent down the line to tell people at the back that there wasn’t enough yoghurt for everyone. I studiously avoided eye-contact with everyone in the line, and ducked off with Bek to eat yoghurt while watching the rowing squads row doen the river. Second breakfast was at Harvey’s, before heading home. I took a bag of mushies to M&Ds for third breakfast, and fell asleep, content, in front of the cricket.
I awoke in a mad panic - I had to be at Edward’s place for Monopoly at 2:30pm. I made it, was fashionably late, but not as unfashionably late as his other 2 guests. Was pretty good - E made souffle (again - he needs to learn to cook something else), and I rushed off to Blacky’s birthday feast at 8pm.
The feast was great - I arrived just after the pasta course, so my timing was great - just in time for ribs and pizza. We gorged until our eyes hurt, and then worked our way home. We chatted a bit, ate some birthday cake, drank tea, and once RobB and Trista left, Leyton, Bek, Blacky and I got into the next 24. We were all keen for another, but it hadn’t yet been encoded, so we didn’t, and turned in to conserve our energy for the huge upcoming-Australia day bbq.
I awoke earlier than expected on Sunday, and made breakfast for myself, Blacky and RobW (who had just arrived), all the while fielding calls from Leyton with such pearls of wisdom as “bring bbq implements” and “bring suncream” and “bring plastic cups” etc. etc. etc. Fortunately, Leyton did remember to bring the barbeque. Only once Blacky and I’d arrived did the party truly start. It was a great day for a bbq - but very, very hot. I was fortunate, and remembered to reapply suncream often, whereas Leyton, who’d forgotten to apply in the first place, looked like a lobster later that afternoon. Bek had done such a shoddy job of applying suncream to her shoulders that it further reinforced the fact amongst her concerned friends that she seriously needs to get herself a boyfriend to take care of her better. Glenn and Lara were showing off their very swank new esky-cooler, and were the most prepared of everyone at the bbq - they even brought Boules so that the championship could be revisited. (My Boules skills have deserted me, I fear). The cricket was fun, and the 6-and-out rule acted as the call for drinks, because it seemed to happen every 30 minutes or so. I bought Icy-Poles for the stayers at about 4pm, and we agreed to rendezvous back at my place for the final Top10 (which I think are publicized on the Triple J website) before swimming and commencing the day’s second bbq around the pool in my complex. Fantastic day, finished up with cocktails and Taboo! being played for a while. Then we modified the rules so that each taboo had to be guessed by giving Simpsons-related clues. I recommend this for the truly geeky. More 24 followed once Glenn and Lara had made their goodbyes.
Monday, the public holiday, was mostly spent in bed, and before I knew it, it was midday. Blacky was out for the day, and when he got home at around 4pm, we went shopping for groceries. 24 was planned that night, in marathon lengths, and even though Bek didn’t return our calls (the day after we found out that Jono W was in town - coincidence?) we pressed on without her - Leyton, Blacky and I are now up to midday, and it’s starting to feel like we’ve accomplished something. And Blacky was completely buzzing on non-cold-drugs, and we laughed at him a lot.
This was a big entry, for a big weekend by a big man with big hair. Fear my rhetoric.