*peers at blogger* I seem to have been writing and not publishing. Taking slack to new lows.
The weekend was eventful. Last week our landlords gave us 6 weeks to move out. Seems they sold their mansion and wanted their (our) little house back. As timing would have it, a girl at work was looking for a flatmate so I offered my not inconsiderable talants as one and she accepted. I went to see the place yesterday but as I told Kiki (the girl) when she asked if i'd seen the bathroom (as she was showing me the bits of the house) I said "I don't care really" and its true. I'd already made my mind up living with Kiki'd be a good idea and the actual house was just so many details that didn't matter. As it is though, its a lovely house in a suburb across the water called Devonport.
That was Sunday on the way to the Takapuni Muddy Farmer St Patrick's Day thing Sonia took me to. Robert was there already with some people from his work (I think) and we had a fairly nice time. Lots of lovely people to look at and the band was mediocre. The food was okay but it came in a bun and i ended up with its evidence on my shirt. Robert and Sonia and I talked and talked and talked. It wasn't until afterwards that I realised none of us really shut up for a good 8 hours. Talking to each other too mostly. The upshot of all this talk was that Sonia and I can see a lot of money to be made in running a stable of fine young men for the fine women of our fair city. Robert just mostly wanted one or other or both of us to have our wicked way with him. I acted impulsively upon a poor innocent named Neil who would have shaken my hand but his were full. I just stopped him to introduce myself and tell him I'd been admiring him from afar for several hours. He thanked me, moved off and promptly forgot me. Ah well, I don't quite know why I did that but he was very nice to look upon.
And then we went to eat, at a place and name I can't remember: not for the comsumption of beer but for the fact I never pay attention. We ate and continued talking and then sang a bit with the band and discussed Roberts - no wait.. i can't tell you what we discussed - this is a family show. Needless to say we had a good time and then we went home. Okay there was a bit in between the leaving the restaurant and going home that has me hobbling 'round today. I tripped over a stupid fence and fell on the stupid ground and grazed my stupid leg and bruised my stupid ankle and felt stupid. "you all right there, michelle" crumpled on the ground "yeh, i'm fine" and I was. Til this morning and I got out of bed and fell over. Ah well. Hobbling is fairly attractive, right? The more i get around the better it gets though so lets hope by the time I go home i'll be fine and fit *coughs* and dandy.
Weather Observation: overcast, blustery, swirling dry leaves and flicks of water. Sea is choppy and creamy.
Last Thursday night I went to see The Proclaimers at the St James and it was *so* good. Mags and Ron came and I wrangled Robert into coming too. It was a good night.
PS:
(03:59:19) Blueberry Blue : enters the chatroom...
(03:59:38) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: Hullo!
(04:02:53) [mish] : hello!
(04:03:50) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: Was the Neil you met on Sunday British?
(04:04:03) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: yes
(04:04:37) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: hmmm
(04:04:44) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: whatttt?
(04:05:06) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: Tim's workmate, Neil, is British, and was there on Sunday.
(04:05:23) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: oh god *throws my hands in the air* that'd be right.
(04:05:35) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: Tim was mentioning him going independently of your story, I hadn't mentioned it at all.
(04:05:37) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: tall (ish) short dark hair? no socks.
(04:06:06) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: Dark hair "he's taller than me"
(04:06:34) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: he was beautiful.
(04:07:31) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: well anyways. compound my embarrassment by asking him if a woman had a weird conversation with him on sunday
(04:07:44) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: Tim's threatening to send him your URL
(04:07:56) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: I won;t give it to him tho
(04:08:05) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: before or AFTER i put the pic of me falling over the fence?
(04:08:13) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: its okay.. its funny don't you think?
(04:08:31) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: just good old NZ small world
(04:08:55) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: he sure did look good. if i was 20 yrs younger phfaw
(04:15:06) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: I just remembered who he is
(04:15:20) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: he does have a britilicious accent
(04:15:44) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: it couldn't possibly be the same guy
(04:16:23) Blueberry Blue says to [mish]: why?
(04:16:42) [mish] says to Blueberry Blue: that'd be too weird
PPS:
>From: Neil
>Subject: Re:Neil's Sunday
>To: Tim
>
>well bugger me!! it is me!! how did you find this?!................ lets
just say she wasnt my type!! :-)
>
>On Tue, 19 Mar 2002 09:16, you wrote:
> > I'd say none.
> >
> >
> > ----- Original Message -----
> > From: Pascal
> > Sent: Monday, March 18, 2002 9:55 PM
> > Subject: Re:Neil's Sunday
> >
> > > That sounds like Neil... I mean - how many Brits matching that
> > > description in and around Auckland ?
> > >
> > > -----Original Message-----
> > > From: Tim
> > > Sent: Monday, 18 March 2002 9:04 p.m.
> > > Subject: Neil's Sunday
> > >
> > >
> > > Neil, did you get approached by a woman on Sunday?
> > >
> > > Do a search for "Neil" on this page:
> > > /diary.html
> > >
> > > I know a little more than what's written here, and I swear it's you
;-)
> > >
> > > Cheers,
> > > Tim
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