Sunday 22nd September – Swell Sculpture Festival
I slept in, as one normally does on a Sunday. I then—along with Bronwen—drove to Currumbin where I looked at the sculptures in the Swell Sculpture Festival and got sunburnt. The man announcing the winners at the end made a lot of noise about having to contact your local member and tell them to fund arts—I assume they’ve been told not to have the festival again.
After driving back from Currumbin, and having a shower to remove the sand, Bronwen and I drove to Halim’s Indian Taj, where I accidentally ordered the wrong thing, but it was nevertheless very yummy.
Monday 23rd September – Alexandra, Kuan Yin Tea House & Exercise
I go to work. For lunch, I pick Alexandra up from the city—however I don’t eat her: instead I manage to find parking not too far from Kuan Yin Tea House in the valley, where we have a delicious (and in my case, sizzling) lunch.
I come home to find Bronwen at the neighbour’s place, and tonight is the night when I start my new exercise regime—so I head off on an adventure by myself. I had planned to walk up Mount Gravatt, but then I decided that I don’t like walking through the bush in the dark, so I figured I’d just walk around steep streets instead, but then I got to the bottom of the road that goes up Mount Gravatt, so combined the two ideas and walked up Mount Gravatt by road. Unfortunately, when I got to the top, I thought it’d be boring going down the way I’d come up (plus it had been slightly nerve wracking, as a few groups of “losers” in their ricer cars had driven up, their poor little engines nearly exploding as they tried to push the limits of their feeble cars around the bends, their tiny little minds distracted by the girl in the passenger seat—which while they are mere metres from the car in front and going around a blind corner on a hill which probably has someone else driving down, and me walking along in the dark, is an accident waiting to happen—oh, and there was a scary koala who kept grunting at me) however instead of being sensible, I took all the wrong turns to make it more interesting, and eventually ran out of walking track and had to pull out my map. I then made the decision that instead of going the long—but known—way back, I’d try to get home a short way. This, of course, didn’t work and I ended up spending an hour walking around on what may have been tracks, or may have been animal scratchings, up and down little gullies that got alarmingly steep at times, until I got back to the road, quite exhausted. I did, however, find a better way through from home to the mountain, and got quite a bit of exercise.
Tuesday 24th September – Accidents
I drove to work, getting stuck behind an accident within walking distance to work. Traffic was essentially stopped, though fortunately not for too long. It looked like two cars had merged into one—quite literally—and were still stuck together. A few tow truck drivers and their trucks were wandering around scratching their metaphorical heads (or is that metaphorically scratching their heads? Or perhaps even literally scratching their literal heads—or should that be, physically scratching their physical heads? Either way, they didn’t appear to know what to do.)
I had lunch with Bronwen at The Burrito Bar in Rosalie, then—for the second time today—got caught behind an accident within walking distance of work. A rubbish truck had wedged itself between a fence running along the side of the road and a parked car, and couldn’t go forwards or backwards. The driver had stopped and called his supervisor, who had turned up with a camera to take lots of photos—I got the distinct impression that this happens quite commonly—and eventually he made the decision to just drive forwards and squash the car. Surprisingly, the car didn’t squash and suffered only minor damage. It was very hot at this time of day, and I nearly melted waiting in the sun.
I worked late because Bronwen was climbing, then got pizza from the Paddington Dominos and met Bronwen and ate it at Kangaroo Point (the pizza that is, not Bronwen.)
Wednesday 25th September – MBA Information Evening
Bronwen and I drove to work. I worked. We had Sing’s Thai for lunch.
Bronwen and I drove to the city, where we found parking with moderate difficulty, and went to UQ Business School’s MBA Information Evening, where we were informed—quite glowingly—how an MBA would not only make us better people, but happier people, and… wait, I’ve said that wrong—how a UQ MBA would not only make us better people, but happier people, and richer and shinier and faster and more efficient and less liable to fade in the sun or tear unexpectedly. I also found out that there are around 220 people currently enrolled, that it costs just shy of fifty thousand dollars, and the gents toilets are to the right, down the hall.
In unrelated news, Alexandra found out that her lease is being renewed—which is good news for her, as her current place is much closer to where she needs to be than here. Bronwen and I had offered her a room here, and it would have been interesting to see what having a pet flatmate was like again after having not had one for quite some time.
Thursday 26th September – Ear Problems
Bronwen rode to work, and I drove. My neck is sore because I used a pillow that was too high. I had lunch with Bronwen at Francy’s Patisserie. My ear bothered me (again—it feels hot and bothered and blocked and I occasionally hear my pulse thumping in it, and it is quite distracting while trying to work) so I went to the doctor (again)—phoning up and getting an appointment in eight minutes. The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong (again) so referred me to a specialist, and gave me a prescription for fix-things-in-your-ears-sinus-head-and-associated-areas spray and tablets.
After work I drove to Bronwen’s parents’ place, and had dinner there.
Friday 27th September – Lunch with Bronwen & Anne
I had a normal day, working. I had lunch in a park at Rosalie with Bronwen and Anne. I went to Govinda’s and saw Alexandra for dinner, and bought a bunch of things from ALDI, before going home and having a quiet night.
Oh, and I discovered “Fridgehenge”, on our very own fridge. I expect I’ll be knighted.