I'm well overdue for an update. And there will be photos.
I won't go chronologically, because it's mostly bad/sad/depressing shit. I'll start with the good/normal stuff.
My weekend has been alright. I laid in bed watching The Simpsons on Saturday morning until about midday. I had planned on just getting the tram down to Camberwell and having some lunch, maybe buy a new TV series to watch. Instead, I received a text message from a friend saying a video store in Richmond was shutting down and that they were selling everything off. So I figured why not, I don't really go in to Richmond often. The place he told me was closing wasn't closing. However, it was the kind of place I aspire to live in one day. The dude there was really intense and wouldn't stop talking to me or let me leave. He said he had the biggest collection in Melbourne, or Victoria, but that he only rented. That's no good to me. I am a collector. But as I was leaving he told me about the place that was actually closing down.
So I set off on a walk, initially in the wrong direction, with a stop off for lunch and a celebrity sighting, to the actual video store that was closing its doors for good.
That blurry man in the green is Paul Dempsey from Something for Kate.
I spent like an hour in the video store with a list in my head of what I wanted to buy. In the end, I had to cut out all of the ones that I could buy elsewhere and picked five from the cult and arthouse areas.
I'm most stoked about Bottle Rocket. I'm a big Wes Anderson fan.
I looked on the map to see whether there was a closer train station to the one I'd gotten off at, to discover I was only a 15 minute walk from Ikea. Any reason to go to Ikea and I'll be there. I walked around for ages taking photos of kitchens and bathrooms. Oh yeah, my investment property settled on Thursday. So I'm going up in a couple of weeks to start renovating/messing things up trying to renovate. On the tram ride home I got an invitation to come out for some drinks. So two single girl friends of mine and I went out to a restaurant in Prahran called Coco Cubano, who serve up some pretty tasty South American style food and have pictures of Fidel Castro and Che Guevara all over the walls. We then went to a pub called College Lawn, which I didn't find all that cool, and went home fairly early. Which suited me because I had soccer this morning.
Here's me dressed up to go out (apparently I'm a hipster now).
And here's me on the sideline today waiting to go back on the field.
First win of the season! And first game wearing a uniform that fit me properly. I was wearing the strip from 2002, a shirt which was easily an XL, probably bigger, borrowed socks, and shorts too small for me and the wrong colour. My aerobic fitness is still pretty lousy, so the last couple of weeks when we have had enough players to have substitutes I've been on and off in bursts. I hate that, because I can't get to training and most of the guys who play in the team play divisions above me and have all played with each other for ages, so I struggle to find consistency and build combinations with them. But, I'm told every week that I've played my best game all season, so I am apparently getting better after having not played for 15 years.
And it was nice, because the two girl friends came down to watch, and had lunch with me after the game too. Here I was thinking I'd be locked in my room all weekend!
That may be the case tomorrow if the jerks have the day off. Fuck I hate those guys. A reminder to check out shithousemates on Instagram, or look for the #badhousemates hashtag. I'm adding a new photo every day. Tomorrow's photo is, no wait, there's a story to this. I finished watching a movie and went out to the kitchen to empty the bin and take the bins out (if I don't do it, they'd never go out for bin pickup). I notice the bench is all wet, like it always fucking is, and that the tea towel looked drenched, which indicated to me that someone used the tea towel to clean up the wet bench instead of wiping it down with a Chux. Oh no, it was wet because it had previously been set on fire. I already once tonight picked it up to hang back up on the handle of the oven because it was balled up next to the stove, and remember thinking to myself (you cunt) that is going to catch on fire being there, I'll hang it back up because that's what a sensible adult would do. AND IT DID HAPPEN! I already hide the tea towels because they get used to clean up paint - my tea towels. I'm just going to go with a no tea towel policy from now on. If I have wet hands I'll dry them in the bathroom.
I'm going to have to write part two tomorrow. My computer is shitting itself. That'll teach me to use a PC and for running Windows.