Lunch with G and Brain

Yesterday I woke up, went to get some Macca's for breakfast, and then washed my car. I spent the rest of the morning on the net and constantly checking if I had everything I needed to get back to Sydney. I checked a few extra times that I didn't bring up the certificate I was missing. I was pretty sure I didn't bring it up.

Pandy left before I did, which I was hoping she would. The taxi pretty much arrived right at 10am. I had a chat with the driver on the way, even though I didn't feel like it, but felt obliged to because it was a small town and there was a real cozy feeling to it. When he found out my company was paying for it he asked if I wanted to go to the airport further away...hmmm.

The airport surprised me with the casualness everything had. All I had to do was tell them my surname and show them my drivers licence to get my ticket. There were no security checks and I didn't even have to show my ticket to get on the plane.

I sat at the back row of seats and noticed a somewhat attractive girl in the front, carrying a lot of luggage. I was hoping I'd sit next to her, but ended up sitting by myself. Oh well, also good.

I don't know why, but I find flight attendants hot. I'm sure if I had seen this one in the street I may have found her somewhat attractive, but the fact that she was a flight attendant made her extra hot. I especially liked that orange ribbon she used to tie her hair.

I listened to my music for the entire flight, which I found to be a little boring. Maybe the novelty is wearing off. I was a bit tired too so I slept for a bit.

Getting off the plane, i struggled a bit to find a bus to catch, which was funny because I was supposed to be local! At the bus stop, the attractive girl with a lot of luggage was there too, but she didn't catch my bus.

I went home and found that there was now scaffolding in place while the stairs were being re-built. I climbed the scaffolding and entered my unit, to be greeted by a very messy place. I'm sure if I had never left, the sight wouldn't surprise me, but because I've been keeping my place pretty clean, this was now somewhat unusual.

My mom made me some bacon and egg and I had it with some bread. It was beautiful, and it helped that I was also starving. I had a look for my certificate and couldn't find it, and I couldn't find my transcripts either.

I went out to the city and went to the casino. Great, immediately after your return, you sin again. I withdrew $400 in the city and then walked my way there. Against my experiences, I played at an empty table with a dealer who looked like a dickhead.

I lost the first spin, but by the second spin I was up $100. I knew I should've left, but I didn't. I continued playing. I was down for a while, and at one stage was down to $200, but a big win on zero resulted in me being up by $245. That was enough for me.

Throughout this whole time there had been a guy playing next to me, who seemed to just pick numbers randomly. He was with a male friend, and I figured they were gay, from the tone of their voice and the way they spoke to eachother. When I cashed in at the dealer change, he asked me if it was good luck to cash in when there is a dealer change. I said it was good as long as he was up. His friend nagged him to quit, and he jokingly asked if I wanted to take his friend away.

Ummm...no.

I also noticed this girl who had been betting $10 bets on two dozens. She was going from table to table. I covertly followed her for a bit, hoping for a chance to strike up a conversation, but she seemed more interested in gambling than anything else. I also noticed the gay couple playing on a different table. I hope these people don't become addicts.

I decided to go for a massage, but was told by the shop to wait till 7pm when there would be more girls to choose from. So I spent the next hour or so walking around the roulette tables. I saw some pretty addicted people playing. You can just tell. They have a look in their eyes. The only thing that matters to them is the next spin. Everything else is blocked out. I wondered what gambling had done to them.

I saw a middle aged man with an older man. He was betting numbers all over the place, so each time he won he only won a small amount. Also, it was no surprise he would win, because of the amount of numbers he covered. But I knew the odds would go against him in the long run. I saw him hold the older man's face with two hands and kiss him on the cheek, saying "everything's going to be alright" with a smile. He said it with so much confidence, so much belief, so much conviction. The next spin, he lost. I watched as the dealer swept all his chips off the table. I felt a mixture of sympathy and "I told you so" as I left that table.

I saw an Indian dude playing by himself. He must've put $200-$300 on one spin, piling chips on most numbers. He probably only had about five numbers uncovered. I'm sure you could guess what happened. Number 36 - one of the numbers he didn't cover. The dealer swept the massive amount of chips away and down the tube.

The massage wasn't anything special. They've renovated and added more rooms. The girl I had was a bit of a surprise. She looked ok in the line up, but obviously she knew how to dress because I didn't think she was fat at all. Kinda like Bobby, he knows how to dress very well, well enough to be 'normal', but when he's shirtless you can see all the flab. I wonder if Ele is like that.

After that I caught the bus home to have dinner. It was good to be in my own bed, with my cat, just like old times.

Today I woke up from a dream about CLE chick. I dream that we were near my high school, and she came up to me and asked me where Rainbow Street was. I don't think I actually answered the question, but it did start a conversation between us. I just remember looking into her eyes and thinking about how beautiful she was.

I had another search for the certificate, with no luck. I did however find my transcripts, so that was something I guess.

I headed off to Bondy because their post office opens on Sundays. I went to the internet computers and printed off the stuff I needed, then went to buy some express post envelopes. I asked the girl to witness my documents but she said she couldn't. She must've been new. Thanks.

My client called me, but I didn't pick up. I just can't risk it. It just doesn't look good. I hope he understands. He probably won't.

I caught the bus home, then went to Malay's place to meet with G. Malay sent a message earlier bailing the lunch, citing sickness. I was a bit annoyed because I knew he was just tired/sick from the clubbing the previous night.

G and I checked out the auto store because he needed some spray paint. He said it was for a sword for his costume. I asked him why he was making a costume, and he said he just wanted to wear one. Hmmm.

Other than that moment of weirdness, we had a pretty good chat about cars, his job and what he had been up to. We drove out to the city where Brain was meeting us. We had lunch in the food court of market city. I had a dish of corn soup sauce with rice and pork, it was yum, mmm. That's one dish you can't get in Lismore.

While G was away getting his food, I tried to catch up with Brain a bit, and asked what he had been up to, and he said something like "same old, my life is boring". It was at that moment that I realised what a boring and conversation-killing response that was. And the thing was, I knew I had responded like that many times to others. Lesson learnt.

After lunch we went to the arcades, where we spent our time between those coin dropping machines and Daytona. I think Brain's hooked on those coin dropping machines, because he waited so long waiting for a machine to become free, which was being played by a family. Also on that note, I thought that family had probably made the worst decision of its life to introduce their children to gambling. Well done.

I really hope Brain's not addicted. He also mentioned that he saw a celebrity at the casino. What I didn't ask was why he was at the casino.

After that we went to have a walk around at the markets downstairs. Somewhere along the line I got the image that I'd look good in those big mirror-like sunglasses, and so tried some on when we passed those stores. They actually don't look too bad on me, I just need some time by myself to try them on more thoroughly. I've also realised that sunglasses are meant to cover the eyebrows as well. Duh! That's why I look so shitty in mine.

Brain said he felt like ice cream so we went to Macca's nearby for some ice cream, where we sat and talked about the Jambaroo trip Brain organised in early January. It's the day before I drive back, so I have to think about it. We also talked about girls a bit, with G saying the best place to chat up a girl was at her work place, so if anything went wrong you could just walk off and not come back, lol

I noticed a very, very hot blonde with her friend to my right. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was hot in the natural beauty, not much make up type of sense. She reminded me of Sarah O'Loughlin. I wish I caught her eye, but I don't think I was her type. Staring in the reflection of my receding hairline didn't do much for my confidence either.

We took a walk to the main street of the city, and stopped by the arcades there as well, before heading to G's car where he drove us home. It was a nice day, because I got to spend time with my friends, and also to have dinner at home.