If you respond to my blog, eventually you’re gonna be part of it. Wesley, Brad and Trey have discovered this. Today was Nicola’s turn.
Nicola invited me to her birthday dinner tonight. I am not sure how old she is and as I am a gentleman I do not ask, however I would guess late twenties. I cautioned her that I was on nights. However, as the event started at 6 and I had to be to work for 8, theoretically there was a decent enough time frame to get there, eat and move on.
I am a crap friend though. Anyone who knows me knows getting together with me is fraught with drama. Either I blissfully plod along in my own little world and then realize six months has passed since seeing people or else I make plans to see people and some crisis (deaths, work, meteor showers, work, plagues, work) occur and I am left floundering or cannot make it (See, Christmas party last year and the reason KB is not on this blog yet).
So today I sleep in. I am wide awake throughout the day as it is hot and the air con is still on the fritz and so sleep is a sweat infused fidgeting aerobic session. As ever with these things, I fall asleep ten minutes before I am to get up and sleep through the alarm. I ring Nicola 20 minutes after I was due there and race through showers and driving and get there 50 minutes late. This for me is not too bad. Thank God I don’t have an anxiety disorder about time keeping.
I order a steak on the telephone through Nic and by the time I get there the meal is ready which works out well. I am able to briefly catch up about important things like this blog and the christmas movies ( my life is soooo small!) Nicola is worried the Snowman will be scary which, when she finally watches it, will make her laugh at her neuroticism. Evidently, as I like scary films, I am not a source of good tele watching. If it had been The Snowman of the Dead then maybe I could understand the concerns. As is… HA! You are going to be embarrassed, Nicola.
I manage a whole hour of quality time before I have to run off to work. I do manage to snap this picture which I know doesn’t flatter either of us but is at least in focus. The really nice picture of us that I thought was in focus was hopelessly fuzzy but iPhones are so small you can’t tell. Curse you iPhones.
So Happy Birthday Nic. Look forward to breakfast soon, barring meteor showers.
Away For A Bit 
Happy Birthday Nicola! I feel like I have a whole new family in Oz!
You really are gonna need to visit. If I had five cents for everyone who asked when they are going to meet you, I would not need to work.
1. Thanks for world fame by putting me in this blog.
2. Those chins of mine are why all my photos are of long, long ago. Would that my bank account had as much substance. Would that I actually had a neck!
3. I will watch The Snowman, but I will not be horribly embarrassed as I am a very well-integrated person.
4. Thanks Wesley, for the birthday wishes. A welcome awaits whenever you can wend your Wesleyan way Down Under.
5. As soon as it’s cooler than 43C (107.9F), you’re on for brekkie, Mr Vanstone. Something luscious and bad for me on Hutt Street. Or, alternatively, pancake and maple syrup, bacon and scrambled eggs at my place!
1: You’re welcome. No doubt Hollywood will be knocking your door down soon.
2: People shouldn’t be looking at your chins nor my brain dead expression. They should be looking at my fabulously laundered shirt. Even more so after I realised I needed to take the laundry tag off.
3: Soooooo not touching that one.
4: Agreed. He will not have time to do anything touristy the number of people who have asked to meet him. I am evidently allowed to tag along as well……. lol
5: Oh agreed. This weather is a total bitch. And my air con still remains on the fritz.
Return of the Blob. Nah, just kidding. I am what I am, and that’s cool with me.
You are gorgeous. No putting yourself down on my watch.
PS The time was quality, by the way, so that’s all that mattered. I love getting hugs and conversation from you.
You are too sweet, Nic. Thanks.