Turning, cooking in its own juices
Sunday, July 31st, 2005These last few days have been a bit of a blur.
Had a parents’ meeting for cebs on Wednesday night, then on Thursday, we had a dinner out, and I went into the valley after that to see “The Herd” (Aussie hip-hop crew from around Sydney) play at the Empire hotel. It rocked. I was only really there to see one performer, but they all were good.
I tried to record the whole thing on my new mp3 player that I bought. 512meg from Dick Smith, for $99, but, it was too loud and it was mostly unintelligible. But anyway, it was worth trying. Chasm and Ozi Battla are a tremendous duo, and I reccomend a listen, though there may be some offensive language.
And then Friday, I had an assignment to hand in at uni. For some reason the internet wasn’t working, so I couldn’t download and print an assignment cover sheet. I was told that there were piles of them at some place, and they led me on a wild goose chase - bastards. So I had to go buy a printing card to print the thing. So annoying. I do all my printing at home :rant: Took me at least half an hour to print one page.
Friday night we watched the new “Around The World in 80 Days” with Jackie Chan. There were a few “LOL” moments, and I can reccomend it highly. There’s some sterling Jackie Chan kung-fu moments.
And that brings me to the spit-roast dinner. We were expecting about 60 people for the dinner, so a fair bit of setting up had to be done. Started setting up at about 11 o’clock. I was in charge of the tech gear - we had a data projector playing a dvd of the camp we went to in January - and much of the table setting. I enlisted the help of some 6 year olds that were running around the place to help fold serviettes.
We had two 4.2 kilo hunks of meat; a beef rump, and a pork leg for the eating. Indeed it was done most excellently, and we managed to clean up after pretty quickly too! Another successful fund raiser.
A quick trip home to see mum and dad off on their holiday, and getting changed, and I was back to the dinner.
At about 9:30 I got a call from me ol’ mate Morg, inviting me into the Normanby. What with mum ‘n’ dad being away, I have to be careful with me money, so I caught the bus in, and arrived at 11 o’clock, had a jug, and then caught the last bus home. It would’ve been nicer to stay out a little longer, but such is life.
