today is friday, which means that the weekend is now upon us. saying that, i have realised that since my life now consists of nothing more strenuous than shopping and debate coaching now and again, i have not much reason to look forward to weekends anymore. which is a bit of a sad thought, because for the past 12 years weekends have been the highlight of my week. it's a bit irrational i know, but don't tell me you rationalise when you feel sad after your favourite TV show ends or you finish eating some really orgasmic chocolate?

just met up with kitson and rui at the glass house, and for practically 80% of our meal there was this live band playing within 3 metres of us. it was the most shittifying fish & co experience ever. the band was so insistent on turning all of us deaf that the singer kept singing at the top of his voice and the guitarist's amp was maxed- not good when they both could not keep in key to save their lives. it's like everytime the singer couldn't hit a note, the guitarist would just change key. and then he would strum an awful jarring wrong note at what would normally have been the nicest part of the chorus, WITHOUT FAIL. and to cap things off, they systematically desecrated my favourite songs: best i've ever had, sway, supernova, yellow... i was just waiting for them to announce that they would next be playing drops of jupiter, but thankfully we got away before that happened. so at least it wasn't a COMPLETE devastation.

anyway this time me and rui ganged up on mr symes- we told the waitress that he was "horace" and it was his birthday today! so, in the true tradition of fish & co, he was brought this stupid sparkler and made to stand on a chair while the waitresses sang happy birthday to horace. hahaha i was laughing my ass off the whole time! eventually he got a free ice cream and sweet, so he shouldn't complain.

more later!