wonderful weekend, in which a few discoveries were made, and and old friend was bid farewell. where shall i start? how about chronologically...
i don't generally work fridays, but last week was an exception. it seems my 'dokumentation skillz' (as mark likes to call them) have not gone unnoticed at my new job. not that i'm complaining - when i was mucking around with formatting word docs and doing basic html work all day, i hated it. as a change from taking calls and doing data-entry, however, it's quite welcome. so, i've been helping get some info together for work, hence going in on days i'd usually have off. friday night i ended up staying back at work for a drink or three - one of the perks of working for a brewery is that there in a designated drinks fridge in the tea room which we're allowed to plunder every friday night. so, after that was done, we went down to the bedford hotel - that's right. the pub that my mate owned, and the venue of the launch-week bollywood party. because as of today, it's no longer his. so it was a going-away drinks night of sorts, as the beautiful bedford will soon be no more - the new owners are apparently restoring it to its former sports-bar glory, replete with TAB screens and the like. how quaint. who needs pubs with personality anyway, right?
so friday night was a little large, and we had to wake up at the crack-a (for a saturday that equates to 8am) to ready ourselves for a movie at the miff. we had to be there by eleven, and after all the moanings and groanings and i-think-i'm-gunna-barf-ings, we finally made it into the theatre just in time... then the lights dimmed and the film started... and it wasn't the one we had booked to watch. instead of 'i for india', it was some film about a guy who bulids a car and calls it 'supervan', then drives it across russia. initially mark and i sat there going 'huh?'. then we got a little miffed (no pun intended, surprisingly) and sat there seething, staring at the screen and seeing instead the other theatre-ful of people sitting there and enjoying our film. then we saw the funny side and shook our heads and watched the damn film anyway. then the film ended, no one moved, and our film started. and so we grinned like happy fools, until i cried a few times in the film, and came out all emotional and wanting to see it again. so here's an advance warning - if you're going to see it on sunday (an act i would highly encourage, for it is a gem of a film), don't be alarmed if you don't see indians immediately.
we had lunch at one of the many cafes at fed square, and whilst we were eating, the funniest thing happened. mark smiled and said 'look at your hand'. i turned my right hand over to see, scrawled on it in pen, 'kate hearts you'. after a few moments of utter confusion, i remembered with prompting a moment in the fog of last-night-memories - i was dancing with a friend, and a girl i don't know jumped up and danced with me for a bit, then grabbed my hand and scrawled the message on it, before running away. even though mark thought i might not have been the only one she wrote on that night, i don't care. when i think about it now, it still feels like a hug. thanks, kate. i heart you too.
the rest of saturday was spent in a blissful, hand-holding wander through acmi and fed square, where i finally acquired a copy of born confused from the book fair there. lovely book. reminds me i have to do more of that writing thing. but, more about that on my other blog, whech i will be updating presently. also, sunday was spent discovering the brilliant 'love my way'. parting question: claudia karvan - how good?