So...where?

Something I learnt today: I set my alarm for the wrong time
Something that made me laugh today: Last night

Last night Gemma and I started scouting for the location where we would have our joint 21st birthday celebrations. The plan was go to Jo's, eat a little food, go for a bit of a crawl, having a drink at each establishment while checking out their function rooms.

What actually happened was Gemma hung around outside the lab where I was a student in a prac class being demostrated by one of the guys from Linda's 21st, among others. Linda's buddy, Patrick, never ceased to make fun of me. Many a times he tried to get the hipflask full of vodka that had made it to Linda's house but, oddly enough, wasn't carried into a Biochemistry prac. But try convincing Patrick that.

Gemma and I then jump on a tram and slowly proceed to Jo's house while I quiz Gemma on what type of cat food the hypothetical dog shouldn't be eating. This is all part of a large advertisement in a certificate course's clothing to promote a certain type of pet food that I don't feel the urge to advertise after all the free promotion they got from me last night.

We get of the tram and find outselves at Jo's house. Only we don't find Jo at Jo's house. We track her down at work which is not where we thought it was and ask her to return to her dwelling promptly please. We then sit on the side walk eating chips and drinking Big M's from the petrol station across the road, abating the hunger that had been developing throughout the afternoon.

Jo rocks up and apologises for the mess.

I would like to point out that Jo always apologises for the mess. And then she opens the door and it's cleaner than any room in my house.

But this time she was right. As it turns out her dog, Sebastian, has a new hobby. This hobby involves stealing rolls of toilet paper from the bathroom (the complete lack of which is something else Jo felt the urge to apologise for) and slowly but surely destroying them. The result of all this is a slightly energetic puppy and a loungeroom that appears to have contained a small snow storm.

So we all sit down. Gem and I aren't hungry anymore, but Jo is. But she's exhausted. So rather than go get food we sit and chat for two or so hours.

Then we decide to go get food. And so we sit a while longer and argue over where to eat. We eventually decide. We eventually stand up. We get down to the restaurant and I wind up devouring a porterhouse steak in front of two vegetarians. Whoops.

We scope out the Stellar Bar. It seemed alright. We then leave there and wind up at EQ where the manager refuses to listen to the party that we are describing and tells us how to plan the party we aren't asking for. The conversation travels onto good pubs in the city, wine bars in god-knows where, Jo's 21st, the manager's 21st, the manager's stepson, women's liberation and more parties that we may or may not want to throw.

By this stage its midnight. I think she had us talking for at least an hour and thus far hasn't gotten any cash out of us. I feel like that was a small victory.

So our plans were somewhat rejected because the only acohol consumed was Jo's lemon lime and bitters with dinner. Hmm.

The only conclusion we reached is that Gem and I aren't sure what we really want to do for the party. Ahh, bugger.