the 5th wheel
I sit here now Blogging away, concurrently watching my absolute favourite episode of Sex and the City (surprising it is considering Mr. Big fails to make an appearance, although may have something to do with a personally poignant inclusion of a Sade song that was often playing in the background in Tango in days gone by). I love this episode...not only for its truthfulness and humour but it reminds of rooming with Siyao, dinners at Tango and a whole little time frame of special pharmacy times.
But I digress.
The day was bizarre. It was my first Saturday at home in four weeks and I honestly didn't know what to do with myself at first. But between Bo-ing and making my own personalized version of Bob L'Eponge, the day seemed to fly.
As eluded, the evening was spent somewhat on the observatory side of two engaged couples, who are pleasant enough, yet their constant chatter of foreseen perpetual happiness beginning with the standard social convention deemed The Wedding got to be somewhat tiresome (despite this forum of well-wishers being the epicentre of my social engagements as of late). It really isn't them...it's me. I mean, I don't even want to get married, at the moment anyway, so I am quite certain my annoyance does not stem from the Green Eyed Monster, but I was ready to dismiss myself quite early on.
Come to think of it, at dinner I suppose a more apt name would have been 7th wheel, or the 7th of 8 disconnected wheels as another set of cloud-nine surfers joined myself and another singleton to partake in the breaking of bread (or munching of salad, as it were). Dinner was ok. The rides to and fro were the highlight.
But I digress.
The day was bizarre. It was my first Saturday at home in four weeks and I honestly didn't know what to do with myself at first. But between Bo-ing and making my own personalized version of Bob L'Eponge, the day seemed to fly.
As eluded, the evening was spent somewhat on the observatory side of two engaged couples, who are pleasant enough, yet their constant chatter of foreseen perpetual happiness beginning with the standard social convention deemed The Wedding got to be somewhat tiresome (despite this forum of well-wishers being the epicentre of my social engagements as of late). It really isn't them...it's me. I mean, I don't even want to get married, at the moment anyway, so I am quite certain my annoyance does not stem from the Green Eyed Monster, but I was ready to dismiss myself quite early on.
Come to think of it, at dinner I suppose a more apt name would have been 7th wheel, or the 7th of 8 disconnected wheels as another set of cloud-nine surfers joined myself and another singleton to partake in the breaking of bread (or munching of salad, as it were). Dinner was ok. The rides to and fro were the highlight.
Have decided must start sorting out some thoughts regarding a number of issues, if for nothing but the sake of self-preservation. Frighteningly enough the list keeps growing.
Well, it's 2am, and my favourite part of my favourite episode is about to come on, ergo must bid the Blog farewell. Wonder if I can rise before the wunder-couples awake to get in a bout of 'Bo...may need the early morning endorphin surge.
PostBlog: Scotteee comes tomorrow! Or rather later today. Whoo hoo! Mini reunion should prove to be fab, although must admit potential disappointment if certain other guests fail to arrive...
posted by Myrtini @ 1:56 am
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