Saturday 27 September: "they're trying to show mentally ill people as normal"
Saturday continued:
in the middle of the rugby I got a call from Baltimore, where 20-odd Bluelighters were getting very, very drunk. Managed to have a reasonably coherent chat to Cory, despite the noise, the poor line, and my deafness. I was truly touched that she thought of me.
A few hours later and Tahnda has nixed our plans to go drinking and complain about life, saying she feels too sick. I'm just making plans to catch a movie when Kieran calls, he's back in the country after 6 months in Melbourne. So we try to decide between Pirates of the Caribbean and Secretary. I vote for the latter. Bad move - it isn't actually that good (next time I'll listen to people's recommendations) and Kieran hates it (he's very, very sexually conservative).
I did like the line that he came up with on his way out of the movie: "they're trying to show mentally ill people as normal". I decide not to remind him that I've been doped to the eyeballs on prozac for over a year.
We head across to Amba where Laurence is watching a friend of his sing in a jazz band. Good laidback fun. And they do a succession of 80s tunes in a jazz style: 'Should I stay or should I go', 'White wedding', stuff like that. Not bad fun.
I leave about 1 having had one beer (which has still gone to my head - damn prozac). Am tackled while walking up Courtenay Place, and it turns out to be Adrianne, who gives me a huge hug and tells me she's got a boyfriend. I'm happy - she was chasing around looking for someone so desperately, and now she's found someone. She introduces me to the people she's with, and the guy gives me an odd look. It takes me till 10 minutes later to realise that he's one of the guys she was sleeping with while she was sleeping with me. Hmmm. Surely he's not jealous?
Sunday it rains and rains and I go to lunch with Kaaryn and the Warriors lose to the Panthers and are out of the playoffs
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