Well, it was a good day. Not one filled with anguish, not a sad day, no one I know died or told me they hated me. No one decided steal anything from me. So it was pleasant. I didn't wake up early, I haven't been lately. I'm not sure if I like or dislike the fact I've been sleeping in. I love the mornings. I love to see the sun rise and be busy before everyone else clears the sleep from their eyes. Not lately though, lately I've been starting my days later and later.
I could spend more time with my friends here if I woke up earlier. I could spend more time with Cat and her brother Dave. There should be no buts, but, there is a but, I get to spend time during the day and most nights with them. I think I'll start waking up earlier again though soon, so I can make the most of my time here, in a place I've always wanted to visit, with one of the best people in the world.
So, I woke up, and my computer said it was 11.30, which really meant it was 10.30, which is still a late start, not nearly as late as a few days before. That day after a brief morning wake up and after going outside for a breath of fresh air, I had a sip of Sangiovese, Cat forced me to have the last sip of makers Mark, and I fell back asleep until 1.00. I didn't get out of bed though till closer to five. I've been doing that a lot lately, waking up, but instead of getting up and being alive, I've been turning on my computer and just messing around for however long I want to. I guess it's my way to get in touch with friends, and keep in touch with people I want to keep in touch with.
After an hour or so of computer correspondence I decided I finally needed to make it to a post office because I have about 7 post cards to still send out. That didn't happen, there is always tomorrow, which was today, which I didn't do again. there is always tomorrow, even though more than 3/4 of post workers have gone on strike. Just before Christmas, deadly timing. So, Cat and I went for a drive to a beer brewing store. We purchased some stuff to make homemade beer and went back home. We made the brew, the first of two, and it is in the shed doing it's thing.
We then, Cat, Dave, and I made ourselves some delicious burritos, i had three myself and vegged out for a little while. Then we were off to a tab (gambling bar) to play some free pool, it's free there on Mondays and Tuesdays. Em, a very wonderful roommate came along for the fun. Dave and I were a pair, and Cat and Em were a pair, and a good one. They beat us three straight games, so we let them drink a few more pints. then Dave and I won four straight games to win 4 out of 7. But It started 2 out of 3 and then had to move to 3 out of 5, and then finished with the idea, Dave's idea, of 4 out of 7. And they thought they would get the better of us. I don't think so.
After pool, we returned to 32 Bradley Ave, the scene of living, and had a few more beers. Cat and Em decided to call it a night, but Dave and I were feeling a bit crazed so we started messing around a bit. Now if you haven't met Dave you should, he is one hell of a funny guy. A good guy as well. First he climbed on top of the hills hoist, that is a circular, metal clothes line, and I tried to convince him it would be a good idea to jump from it to the walnut tree because he would have a better view of Melbourne from the walnut tree. Actually now that I remember Cat was still there because she thought it not such a hot idea so Dave respectfully declined. So, we decided to climb up on the roof instead.
It took Dave a few moments to get himself stuck halfway (half of is body mind you) on the roof. I jumped up from a different spot and then dragged him the rest of the way on. We then traveled across the tin roof of the shed and onto the clay roof of the house. The tin roof was very noisy. We watched Melbourne for a little while and then we retreated back to ground level. But when I had just leaped from the roof to the lawn Cat's neighbor turned his lights on and came outside. I thought to be sneaky so I just lay flat on the lawn absolutely silent, and Dave did the same on the roof. Cat just stood there looking at us like we were idiots. We were. The only thing I got out of my sneaky lying down on the lawn was dirt marks on my shirt.
The night had begun for us, and ended for Cat. Dave and I decided it would be the best idea to go on a walk. And I'm telling you it was, for me at least, poor Dave just walked along listening to my blabbering about life and where I am in it. He makes for a good listener, and also gave some good advice. I think. We walked for a while and then came to a fence. Dave thought it best we climb over it. SO we did. then there was another fence. Again we conquered the metal beast. And there we were, on a golf course.
Dave guessed we were on the 15th green so he stole the flag and we walked up the next fairway to the next green. That is where I found my weapon, i mean my flag. And the stage was set. A thin sliver of a moon in the southern sky, an even battlefield of soft but firm grass, which made for excellent footing. The fencing match began. We fenced, and talked while fencing, for a while. I think we both won, or we both lost, but hell it was fun. We thought about bringing the flags back with us but then we thought Cat would probably not be pleased, neither would the golf course, and we would look a bit conspicuous walking the roads home with two big flags as walking sticks. We returned the flags and walked more of the course until we found another fence.
We scaled that fence and then found ourselves in a private neighborhood, what luck. We walked about until we found the entrance way and at the entrance way found a welcome sign. I picked it up and placed it on top of the rock gate entrance way so that people could see it better, you know from a higher place. Then Dave lead us on a round about walk back to the house. We found a giant warehouse of which we argued about if it was a fire station or a giant cleaning service for clothing. We pretended to break in through some windows until we figured out that we really could break in, so we continued to run a way like scared little kids for a while after that. Then I kicked a brick wall, which hurt my foot. And then we were back at the house. Good old 32 Bradley. Bedtime after that. A huge glass, or mug as I do it, of water and sweet dreams on a fine December 22nd, 2009.
I forgot to say this. Earlier in the day Cat, Dave, and I made an awesome video that is now on facebook if anyone is interested.
So I enjoyed my day. Dave laid on the lawn for the most part of the day trying not to die, and Cat and I watched some amazing old films from my childhood. Flight of the Navigator, and Mac and Me. I swear, anyone who is reading this should check those two movies out, they are PHENOMENAL.
Go back to your lives.
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