Saturday, September 29, 2007

Gluttony for punishment and other non-S&M matters

I have just watched the AFL Grand Final - mixed emotions. I wanted the Cats to win, but not in the bloodbath that just took place. A good mate of mine, a mad Cats fan, booked a ticket to Melbourne about 8 weeks ago, in light of the season that Geelong were having, but didn't have a ticket to the game. Apparently he was going to paint a sign making it clear that he would do anything for a ticket, and hang around outside the Gee. Not sure whether he would do ANYTHING, but he is pretty keen, so hopefully he will just get himself incredibly drunk afterwards so he doesn't remember the price he had to pay...

I recall that I posted about this long weekend last year, but I know damn well that none of you will either remember or be arsed looking it up, so why not tell you exactly how fun it is. The AFL Grand Final, tick.

Tomorrow is my mate Gary's Oktoberfest party, where everyone brings their beers AND a bottle of schnapps. This shindig starts at 12, so there are more brews than you could point a pretzel at, and about 25 BOTTLES of schnapps. I am subtly using caps for emphasis here. The even better news is that Graeme, the normal Evil Scientist of the schnapps shooters, is away. Therefore I am Head Mixologist. Be afraid, be very afraid. (OK, it isn't like any of you will be there, but just work with me and be at least a little apprehensive. please?) It is a skill, being able to combine various schnapps. The plum with the sour apple, the Gletchereise with the Butterscotch, the Jagermeister with, well, that crap doesn't deserve to go with anything, true. You get the idea though. It will be a long, hard day, but someone's gotta do it. May the sauerkraut be with me.

The other news of no interest to any of you is that I am going to do some renovations. At least, I have appointed an architect (that a mate from work recommended) to draw up some plans. My place would be awesome with a bit of a rework, but from what I hear, it may be easier to just get a nice new drillbit and put my hammer drill through my left eye (apologies to anyone eating, but really, why would you ruin a good bowl of Corn Flakes with this shite? Unless it is dinner time, in which case your Special K deserve better). Then there is the comfort I draw from knowing that I will have to give not only my first-born but a mortgage over my left, er, leg to the bank.

Anyone else have any horror stories they can share to make me feel better (about renovating, not about putting your drill through your head. Don't get me wrong, if you have put your drill through your head, feel free to tell me about it, but come on, take a long hard look at yourself - unless the drill went through your eye, in which case, get someone else to take a long hard look at you and tell you EXACTLY what they see...)

Have a great weekend all.

7 Comments:

At 1:45 pm, Blogger Steph said...

Renovations you say? Oh noes, that means endless posts about unreliable tradesmen, dust, and how poor you're going to be when it's all done.

The moneypit- Blog stylee.

Awesome.

 
At 5:27 pm, Blogger WJ said...

Yup, renovations. Tje architect is here right now - dedicated isn't she.

I could promise not to blog endlessly about really boring crap like how much more expensive the taps I like are compared to the ones I should get, but we all know that you are just going to have to cope with that. Cos you are all so dedicated to me that you will. I just feel it.

Excuse me while I go shoot down that goddam pig. Sucka has been circling above the house now for hours...

 
At 3:15 am, Anonymous SouthernBelle said...

when we knocked a wall down without a clear idea of how to put it back up again, the cat kept escaping into the roof and forgetting how to get back down - a tiny filthy head would appear looking at us upside down from the ceiling and mewing piteously...

now the dog snacks on the drywall that we haven't been bothered to plaster over yet.

enjoy Reno Fun! is the architect a hottie?

; )

 
At 8:36 am, Blogger Thursday's Child said...

Ooo, I bet the pugs will enjoy the renos.

May the force be with you...

 
At 5:36 pm, Blogger WJ said...

SB, I can neither confirm nor deny about the architect. which is a yes. very. also very taken. dammit.

TC, they are looking forward to it. especially the bit where we have to move out for a while - they are so open to change...

 
At 7:37 pm, Blogger Original Mel said...

As a girl who spent her formative years helpping her parents renovate their house, all I can say is DON'T DO IT!!!

For serious,I am scared for life due to renovation nightmares. Did I tell you about the time a contractor removed our roof then disappeared for 4 weeks to find himself while Sydney experienced unprecedented rain and floods?? No? Oh, I will then...

 
At 12:58 am, Anonymous SouthernBelle said...

you and your taken women, Dubs...

What are you going to do when you have to move out? Live in a (pug-friendly) hotel? Kip on a mate's sofa bed? How long do you think your place will be unlivable?

 

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