A Saturday Adventure (Pt3)

Tired People Trying Not To Be Tired...

Yes, it sounds very boring, but it is oh, so true. That is what (more or less) i spent my saturday night and early sunday morning trying to do. I picked loz up and we trekked up the freeway... after getting Macca's (we deserved it after out hard day!). My leg still hurt - just the one at the time, although today it's progressed to both - and my jeans were still wet and muddy but i didn't care! (Throw that in your face mother, i went out looking less than neat and tidy!) Anyhoo, my little car started doing some very strange things on the freeway, which was not helped by the fact that i was eating and the fog was so bad that i couldn't actually see the road... but eventually we made it to Handorf (that looks wrong... is that how it's spelt? Meh...) and i had the horror of my car stalling of it's own accord - i swear, i didn't touch the clutch - half way up the trememdously steep driveway! I nearly died. Can you imagine the reaction if i knocked on the door and said; "hey, how's it going? yea, i parked my car in the driveway... halfway up it to be precise..." I would be laughed out of the immediate area. Thankfully, i managed to get it going again and get into a park. Phew!

Anywaaaay, once safely in the house, we were met by andrew, bettina and brad. We watched 'Santa Clause 2' on tv... have you seen that? It is veeeery strange... i personally am quite a fan of 'the moleinator', once known as the tooth-fairy. Then bradley uncovered his extensive dvd collection and on wehn 'wedding crashers'. We pissed ourselves laughing through that, then through 'wedding singer' - after having lost bettina and gained tom! Lol, this caused a slight couch swap; andrew was booted so two certain people could share a couch. And yes, we did have a slight wedding theme, but it was a total accident. Did you know that those two movies have the same crazy grannie in both? Crazy.

As an amusing aside, any time that brad, andew and i stood up it looked like you'd walked into a hospital; brad and i were limping due to our day of manual labour and andrew had had an unfortunate run in with a rugby ball in his game that arvo... in an area which definately didn't take it kindly... so he was limping too.

Along came midnight, along with a sudden cry of; 'Oh! Happy Birthday Lauren!', led by Tom (i'll defend my being a good friend, by saying that i was tired so he's allowed to rememeber first :P). Then a conversation of; 'Oh, i though it was yesterday/tomorrow', etc. But we conveyed out point.

After andrew left, it was almost 1am. I was snoozing in an armchair as the three stooges watched a rugby game that they already knew the outcome of. yes, i know, completely pointless. Then, however, we made a startling discovery about the crapness of late-night television - it can be addictive! Ok, hand up, who's watched that new show 'quiz-mania' that was on at 12am saturday night and goes til 4am? It was the most addictive crap in the world! When we tuned in at 1.3o, they'd already spent 1.5hrs with callers trying to name pizza toppings for $$$. An hour later, there were three left and they have the most retarded clues until at last they were revealed (they were, if you care to know, sweetcorn, pesto and capers - i know, ridiculous). Then they moved on to an 'unscramble the fruit' round... i'll give you an insight;

1. naanab= ...

2. fkiruwiti = ...

3. gbroesry= ...

4. enctrinea = ...

5. ipnapepel = ...

Anyone who can figure all five out will get... a mention in my next post? Or something else rewardable over the computer...

But my point is, this show was craaaap. The set was pink, the hosts were either drunk or stupid - possibly both - and the moronic callers were as painful as sticking your head in a bonfire. Nevertheless, we watched if until about 3.30 when we decided enough was enough. Although, don't take my word for it's crapness; the tv guide holds it in high regard - it's been written up two weeks in a row now! I sned it my congratulations. It's just 55cents a call from SA, so next time you're up late, call in and raise the IQ of the entire program.

Hey, in case you're interested, there's also this cool little program on channel 33 (i don't exactly know where to find that but...) and all it has is a camera that's been running all day in town. You can see exactly what's happening at 3pm by the fountain in Victoria Square, just near those traffic lights. Very cool. I plan to drive past one day and then watch to see myself on television! But don't be fooled; it is neither a live-feed, as one of us thought, nor is it showing what happened at 9am, as another thought - that's just the time that regualr programming would resume. Yes, the feed-from-the-city runs for a good nine hours. Some good quality reality tv.

By 3.40, we were stuffed. Brad informed us that he was going to bed but that we were welcome to stay... after taking one look at my exhausted face (i had barely made it up there awake and had only done so because i'd been begged by a certain female who wanted to see a certain swimmer again...), decided we should stay. Lauren and i got the pretty, yellow spare room. Then, she who was not tired, decided to keep me awake, nattering, for the good part of the next hour! Pain...

All too soon it was 8.30am and i was up (i suppose, at this point, it's really A Sunday Adventure, but screw that...), simply because i am the nicest person alive and told Tom i'd drop him home... and he had to be home by 9. Ick. Well, brad woke us up - i thought it was Tom (no glasses on) so was being polite but once i figured it was brad i threw a pillow at him and pulled another over my head - then i got dressed and into my freezzzzzing little beetle of a car, glaring at brad who cheerily told us he was off back to bed for a few more hourse. Evil child.

We made it to Tom's, my little car doing very nicely after scaring me yesterday and then tried to follow directions back to the freeway... we followed the signs but 10mins later hadn't hit it... so we tried again when we'd gone the back way to Uraidla (definately don't think that's right...) where we again followed the signs... and missed it again... the same in Sommerton... and eventually we gave up and just followed out back road until we came out at the top of Greenhill Road! A forty minute trip instead of a fifteen minute trip, but the near-total lack of visibility due to dense fog, crappy driving due to my exhaustion, grumbly tummies due to the shared brekkie of one brunch bar and the hilarity of missing the freeway - which isn't really small - about three times, meant that it was ok :P And once on GHR, we followed it alllllll the way to the end, just because i've always wanted to!

I dropped lauren home and tried to convince her to have a party for her birthday (have i succeeded?) and we concocted a plan to make a certain guy jealous by a) getting one of my mates to pretend he's my bf and b) flirting with one of the certain guy's friends so he'd be narky - yes, yes, i've already told you we were tiiiiirrreeedddd as all hell, so forgive our moronity - before i said; 'happy birthday, see you tonight' and promptly went home to sleep... forgoing any chance of study for my exams...

And so ends my Saturday/Sunday adventure :P I hope you enjoyed hearing about the weekend that most likely was experienced by none of you and therefore is probably not particularly amusing... especially this last bit, since my high wore off and i'm rambling :P Anyhoo, must be off!

Au Revoir!

Annie