Eastern Beer.
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maxcelcatSaturday arvo, after a serious amount of sleeping and a quick lunch of Saganaki and calamari (note to self - stop eating out) we headed out to a mates place - anyone who invites you over to drink his homebrew is officially a "mate" - out in Blackburn somewhere.
I tried a new experiment on his dog, and our friend's chocolate labrador "Barton" which was visiting. Basically, I wanted to see if there was anything he wouldn't eat. Barton was the main subject. He ate cold KFC chips, crisp potato chips, dim sims, pistachio shells - basically everything we threw at him, aside from lemon peel. Then slobbered all over my jacket. That'll teach me.
Some of Dan's cow-orkers were a bit, well, fashion tragic. Lots of wrap around glasses and wearing of thongs on a coldish day. Bizarre. They were capable of conversation, so I'll give them some credit. And given that my look could best be described as "Inner Urban Scruffy" I suppose I can't talk :-) Note to self two: time to get some new t-shirts that don't have holes in them. The did also disappear inside to watch something - I believe it's called Football - on the telly. So they lose points there as well :-)
Dan makes homebrew by the keg! He had a new brew, which needed to sit a little longer, but seemed quite drinkable from the few sips I had. I brought some fortune cookies, which are always fun. Some of the utterly bizarre fortunes we got:
"You are courteous, diplomatic and affable, and may find happiness is politics and public service"
and
"A sly rabbit will have three openings to its den"
There was considerable amusement at that second one... Sly you say? Openings you say? Sounds like the subtitle of a really bad porno.
Eventually we dragged ourselves home and somehow managed to make a very edible Butter Chicken.
Damn, this all sounds so damn middle class. Time I went off on some weird tangent involving living in a box for six months just for the heck of it.
I tried a new experiment on his dog, and our friend's chocolate labrador "Barton" which was visiting. Basically, I wanted to see if there was anything he wouldn't eat. Barton was the main subject. He ate cold KFC chips, crisp potato chips, dim sims, pistachio shells - basically everything we threw at him, aside from lemon peel. Then slobbered all over my jacket. That'll teach me.
Some of Dan's cow-orkers were a bit, well, fashion tragic. Lots of wrap around glasses and wearing of thongs on a coldish day. Bizarre. They were capable of conversation, so I'll give them some credit. And given that my look could best be described as "Inner Urban Scruffy" I suppose I can't talk :-) Note to self two: time to get some new t-shirts that don't have holes in them. The did also disappear inside to watch something - I believe it's called Football - on the telly. So they lose points there as well :-)
Dan makes homebrew by the keg! He had a new brew, which needed to sit a little longer, but seemed quite drinkable from the few sips I had. I brought some fortune cookies, which are always fun. Some of the utterly bizarre fortunes we got:
"You are courteous, diplomatic and affable, and may find happiness is politics and public service"
and
"A sly rabbit will have three openings to its den"
There was considerable amusement at that second one... Sly you say? Openings you say? Sounds like the subtitle of a really bad porno.
Eventually we dragged ourselves home and somehow managed to make a very edible Butter Chicken.
Damn, this all sounds so damn middle class. Time I went off on some weird tangent involving living in a box for six months just for the heck of it.
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Date: 2006-09-25 08:24 am (UTC)Mine used to steal Mentos mints if I left them where she could reach them. Evil doggie! :)
I've never understood the whole thong-wearing-on-cold-days thing.