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Just Another Story
Monday, July 21st, 2003 12:09 pmThis stuff is all about Saturday. I'm writing about it now, cos I wasn't on my computer all weekend.
So, Saturday. Saturday was Z's birthday, but he didn't have any gathering. Tried to convince him to, but no luck.
We watched movies and stuff from our camp bed in the loungeroom until late on Friday night, so Saturday we both slept in again. Got woken up by Z's mother phoning to find out if we were doing anything that night. As I said, we weren't. She ended up visiting Z that afternoon while I was elsewhere.
I drove Z over to Queens Park. Last week he'd gone over on his motorbike to weld up his fuel tank, and the gas on the welder ran out, stranding him there until I picked him up. So this week he finished the welding and got his bike back together with non-leaking fuel tank. I continued over to my sister-in-law's place to see my brother before he left to go back to Sydney at midnight, and Z went home and got visited by his mother.
It was weird. I didn't really have that much to say to David at all. You think I would, but I didn't. In fact I got on better and talked more with Cherrie (sister-in-law) than with David (brother). Quite odd. Anyway. David said he'd submitted a transfer-slash-withdraw form to his superiors in the army, so that if they don't transfer him, he's quitting. The idea is that he'll be back here in Perth for good in November. He mentioned something about going back into the Army Reserves as opposed to the full Army. I may see him before Novemeber though, since he's trying to visit for a week during the Septemeber school holidays, most likely so he can see more of his three kids.
So, Cherrie was crocheting at some point along the way. Her project is a massive queen-bed size blanket. Will take her awhile. I didn't know how to crochet, only knit, but every time Cherrie got up to go see to kids, my fingers would go 'itch, itch'. So I got Cherrie to teach me how to crochet, and started a project of my own. I'm about 5 rows into a lap-rug now. It's probably about a metre wide or so.
I had told Zig I'd be home by 6:30pm at the latest, but I got so caught up in crocheting that I didn't want to leave. Cherrie cooked a roast for tea, so I decided to stay and called Zig up. He sounded a little disappointed, but went into the "no, you stay for tea" kinda spiel that people do when they had wanted you to do something and they are now resigned to you are doing something else, despite your willingness to change your plans for them. He decided he didn't want roast, especially if he had to travel 30 min or so for it, so he went and had pizza. I finally got home about 7:40pm or so.
We had plans to go see Terminator 3, so I looked up what times it was showing on the net. There was one at 8:30, so we rushed and got there with 5 min to spare before the start of the advertising *heh*. We took Z's motorbike for ease of parking and because he likes his bike. The movie was good. I liked it lots :) Sure, there were a lots holes and 'that's impossible' things that geeks will be posting on boards about for while, but ignoring all that, it was still good :)
Here's where his birthday turns sour. This bit here is the whole reason you read all that semi-dry re-counting up there. We got out of the movie and discovered that while we were enjoying ourselves, some bastard had stolen Z's helmet and gloves. They left my helmet behind, mainly because my helmet is pretty crappy. Z's helmet was a good one though. So we were stranded at the Galleria because we only had one helmet between us. Z suggested riding home and driving my car back for me, but I _really_ don't like anyone else driving my car, mostly because of the temperamental fourth gear. He said he could just drive it in third the whole way. No. So I said I'd catch a bus. He rode us through the car park to the bus station, and I checked the times. The next bus wasn't due for another 40min. *sigh* . Z's brain then came up with the best idea. He decided he'd ride to Rio's (his brother) and tax his car, leaving his bike behind of course. He needed the car anyway, now that The Tractor is busted. He ended up just borrowing another helmet for me though. So I decided to wait in the middle of the bus depot because there was more surveilance and security there. Waited. Waited. Then Z pulls in on his motorbike. Yes, he pulled into the bus depot *sigh*. Being that there was a no entry sign at the entry, and that everything was on cameras, the security guy had to take his license plate number. Just another thing on top of Z's helmet being stolen, being stranded, and the events of Thursday night. I get the feeling the security guy didn't really want to do it, but he had to cos of the cameras.
So we got home, watched some more Cowboy Bebop while I crocheted, and went to sleep.
So, Saturday. Saturday was Z's birthday, but he didn't have any gathering. Tried to convince him to, but no luck.
We watched movies and stuff from our camp bed in the loungeroom until late on Friday night, so Saturday we both slept in again. Got woken up by Z's mother phoning to find out if we were doing anything that night. As I said, we weren't. She ended up visiting Z that afternoon while I was elsewhere.
I drove Z over to Queens Park. Last week he'd gone over on his motorbike to weld up his fuel tank, and the gas on the welder ran out, stranding him there until I picked him up. So this week he finished the welding and got his bike back together with non-leaking fuel tank. I continued over to my sister-in-law's place to see my brother before he left to go back to Sydney at midnight, and Z went home and got visited by his mother.
It was weird. I didn't really have that much to say to David at all. You think I would, but I didn't. In fact I got on better and talked more with Cherrie (sister-in-law) than with David (brother). Quite odd. Anyway. David said he'd submitted a transfer-slash-withdraw form to his superiors in the army, so that if they don't transfer him, he's quitting. The idea is that he'll be back here in Perth for good in November. He mentioned something about going back into the Army Reserves as opposed to the full Army. I may see him before Novemeber though, since he's trying to visit for a week during the Septemeber school holidays, most likely so he can see more of his three kids.
So, Cherrie was crocheting at some point along the way. Her project is a massive queen-bed size blanket. Will take her awhile. I didn't know how to crochet, only knit, but every time Cherrie got up to go see to kids, my fingers would go 'itch, itch'. So I got Cherrie to teach me how to crochet, and started a project of my own. I'm about 5 rows into a lap-rug now. It's probably about a metre wide or so.
I had told Zig I'd be home by 6:30pm at the latest, but I got so caught up in crocheting that I didn't want to leave. Cherrie cooked a roast for tea, so I decided to stay and called Zig up. He sounded a little disappointed, but went into the "no, you stay for tea" kinda spiel that people do when they had wanted you to do something and they are now resigned to you are doing something else, despite your willingness to change your plans for them. He decided he didn't want roast, especially if he had to travel 30 min or so for it, so he went and had pizza. I finally got home about 7:40pm or so.
We had plans to go see Terminator 3, so I looked up what times it was showing on the net. There was one at 8:30, so we rushed and got there with 5 min to spare before the start of the advertising *heh*. We took Z's motorbike for ease of parking and because he likes his bike. The movie was good. I liked it lots :) Sure, there were a lots holes and 'that's impossible' things that geeks will be posting on boards about for while, but ignoring all that, it was still good :)
Here's where his birthday turns sour. This bit here is the whole reason you read all that semi-dry re-counting up there. We got out of the movie and discovered that while we were enjoying ourselves, some bastard had stolen Z's helmet and gloves. They left my helmet behind, mainly because my helmet is pretty crappy. Z's helmet was a good one though. So we were stranded at the Galleria because we only had one helmet between us. Z suggested riding home and driving my car back for me, but I _really_ don't like anyone else driving my car, mostly because of the temperamental fourth gear. He said he could just drive it in third the whole way. No. So I said I'd catch a bus. He rode us through the car park to the bus station, and I checked the times. The next bus wasn't due for another 40min. *sigh* . Z's brain then came up with the best idea. He decided he'd ride to Rio's (his brother) and tax his car, leaving his bike behind of course. He needed the car anyway, now that The Tractor is busted. He ended up just borrowing another helmet for me though. So I decided to wait in the middle of the bus depot because there was more surveilance and security there. Waited. Waited. Then Z pulls in on his motorbike. Yes, he pulled into the bus depot *sigh*. Being that there was a no entry sign at the entry, and that everything was on cameras, the security guy had to take his license plate number. Just another thing on top of Z's helmet being stolen, being stranded, and the events of Thursday night. I get the feeling the security guy didn't really want to do it, but he had to cos of the cameras.
So we got home, watched some more Cowboy Bebop while I crocheted, and went to sleep.
