Friday, October 28, 2005

PUSH through the weekend

Somehow this week I reverted to ways which have found me getting less than 4 hours sleep a night. In fact the last time I did get more than 4 hours was the "night" (read: when I fell asleep at 5am in a champagne and strawberry induced semi-coma) of that fabulous Portuguese wedding. I'm not however in nearly as bad shape as BH90210 was last night as he was looking on the coarse side of sandpaper; we continued our ongoing joke about how his liver is soon to stage a revolt. In the meantime he thinks it has expanded in size to occupy the majority of the thoracic cavity and a portion of the right arm.
Anyhoo as previously reported made my way to Amsterdam last night to catch up with the EPSA kids. After suffering though KFC Muncher on the train was soon joined by friend Boyan who was also crashing the EPSA party as a former "Involved Student". In typical Dutch fashion, however, the service was infinitely less than "snel", and this combined with the fact 70 people had to eat we did not get served food until 23:30. And it was NIET lekker (OOOH AS an aside the new Dutch radio station I have tuned into is playing Keane! supaa hahht ). Can someone please tell me WHO would think of putting pineapple in a vegetarian tortilla?? EW! ICK! I do not enjoy The Pineapple in anything but desserts, or alone (all those who are a fan of Hawaiian pizza, or "Pine and Swine" as it is often known in my circles, are now certainly questioning my gastronomic credibility, but trust me, the combination of the two has accomplished nothing but discredit all that is reputable about a Luau...hehehhe).
I was about to launch into a whole request for "tortilla met KIP ZONDER ANANAS" but decided it had taken long enough to get this and settled for nibbling on the lettuce and ordering more caipirinhas, later once again enjoying a 2am Hak Snack of carrots and peas.
I DID accomplish the goal of the evening which was to see Cool French Friend, although very very briefly as his infatuation with his lovely GF has now superseded almost all other aspects of daily living! OK not entirely fair, and I could have well joined the group at the club to visit with them more but made the responsible choice to get on the train sooner (if you can call 00:30 sooner) rather than later to ensure 3 hours sleep. They are very very cute and hope to see them soon, or be invited to their wedding which seems to be the method through which my social life will advance over the next year (two more on the slate for 2006...and the year hasn't even begun yet...).
And yes, as always a smashing laugh-out-loud time with BH90210, who seemed genuinely happy to see me show up (I was greeted with an enthusiastic "MYRIAH!" upon arrival, which is always nice to hear) and kept sending caustically funny SMSs from across the table about the wardrobe selection of those in our company. (OMG now this Dutch sation is playing old school Bon Jovi...break out the pink snake skin pants and rockstar hair and take me back to 1986! SHOT THROUGH THE HEART....) Very much looking forward to sharing more good times on Sunday at the Halloween party but have this nagging feeling (fear?) that Drag Queen Barbie will come forth with a cancellation rather than costume. It's funny that when you have come to appreciate and wholeheartedly value time with someone in any whatever capacity the threat of losing that time or having less of it causes much discontent. OH that reminds me, must make the cd of Porto Pics...
After 3.5 hours hauled self out of bed for Tae Bo this morning and it was the best thing I could have done. The morning has already been heaps more productive that all of yesterday and I think I am heading into the weekend free of work worry. Still staring at a massive stack of journals however.
The main task of the weekend will be to somehow figure out how on Earth to construct a Bob L'Eponge costume out of a cardboard box and some kitchen sponges....I hope I can at least live up to Tana's expectations of being useful if a spill should occur...BOB L'EPONGE!

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