Upon leaving for lunch, the receptionist was telling me about how her daughter had met a really nice man she was excited about and that he promised to take her to dinner. He then rang her today and changed their "dinner plans" to drinks at the crusty Vineyard in St Kilda to which she wisely refused. It's nice to know that it's not just me on the receiving end of this sort of behaviour. Since when has it become universally acceptable for men to promise the world and deliver nothing. One of the few men who work in this building happened to catch the tail end of our conversation and I continued my rant and protestations of the male species in a very heated manner to him in the lift as he shrank and shivered in the corner like a scared bunny. The lift then hit the ground floor and he quietly stuttered and nodded "yep all men are bastards" and scampered off quickly in the opposite direction. I think I'm becoming scary....
I'm licking my wounds after a bit of a nasty hangover as a result of a cocktail function for the commonwealth games last night. It was by the river and would have been interesting if there were more young people. But we quickly bonded with some other young hooligans, namely a photographer and his girlfriend and knocked back all the finger food we could ram in as well as bottomless glasses of bubbles. In rather undignified fashion I clambered up the fence to see the fireworks properly and wobbled around precariously but almost fell in the flower bed. The photographer thought it was funny to grab my belt at the back and hover me over the edge.
I think we were the black sheep of the function as we endured some disapproving looks from stiff suits and our elders. Funny though. Not so funny is my headache and bags under the eyes. but self-inflicted I suppose....now where is that aspirin???
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