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The party shirt

Friday night DVD: School Of Rock. Not at all deep, and obviously a Jack Black post-High-Fidelity star vehicle, but very funny, very enjoyable.

I rang the bank to ask what happened with my alarm clock points reward thing I ordered. The lady told me it would take up to 28 days to arrive. TWENTY EIGHT days?! Where’s it coming from, the moon? Do Sony put these things together especially by hand after ordering or something? Obviously they don’t just send a bank minion down to Harvey Norman to buy it and put it in a PostPak. Obviously I’ll have to be patient, and keep using my mobile phone for my alarm clock.

Saturday was party night. Collectively Marita and I were invited to three of ’em as a matter of fact. See, sometimes it’s a Saturday night at home with the biscuits, a game of Scrabble, and an X-Files DVD, sometimes it’s social butterfly time. Since Beth got in first, hers was graced with our presence. The required early night and its close proximity helped, mind you. A little wine, some nice snacky party food, some good company and My Brand New Party Shirt(TM).

I had bought the Party Shirt on Friday. I’m usually hopeless at buying casual clothes. Some kind of impetus is always required. Sometimes it’s my existing clothes falling apart. This time it was an attempt to go to a party with a stunning woman on my arm and not look completely like an unworthy dag. I don’t know if the plan worked or not, but I kinda like the shirt. It’s stripey and in a style quite unlike previous shirts I’ve owned. Once I got over agonising whether it should be tucked in or not (definitely not, I think) I relaxed a bit and felt quite comfortable in it.

The early party night gave way to Sunday morning, and we walked Marita’s dog at Altona Beach (much canine hilarity with The Chasing Along The Sand Game). The afternoon was spent lazing at home with the kids, continuing to play the Harry Potter game on the XBox, a video or two, and between showers jumping high on the trampoline, playing Totem Tennis, and a short walk.

And now the weekend has ended. 7 out of 8 in the tipping, and my team won! Could it get much better? Depends whether or not my tipping competitors crashed and burned.

By Daniel Bowen

Transport blogger / campaigner and spokesperson for the Public Transport Users Association / professional geek.
Bunurong land, Melbourne, Australia.
Opinions on this blog are all mine.

6 replies on “The party shirt”

Hon, if you put that much mental agony into the new shirt you need to buy a few new things a bit more often to desensitise yourself and build your confidence.

The Melbourne International Film Festival has some really good animation screening during the festival, the only thing is that no under 18’s are allowed (they will boot you if you try.)

I am going to be checking out the Studio Ghibli DVD’s after the festival (depending on when the new Monkey ones come out with previously unseen episodes.)


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