Fat Pat's return

On Sunday I drove to the office to drop off my clothes for the week, then drove to the Wick for gym. Haven't been to that gym in ages.

Then I got the sudden thought that X-Men: First Class should've come out on DVD, and I wanted to go get it, so drove to the shopping centre near me but it wasn't out yet.

Then I bummed around at home until night time when I went out to dinner.

I had a bit of a problem finding the place, even went into the wrong restaurant. I could just picture everyone sitting at the table waiting for me. Finally I found it, and was surprised I was the first there. I waited at the table for a bit before I saw Fat Pat walk in with his new girlfriend, Felicity.

We shook hands and talked, first about basketball, and then I realised I was jumping the gun a bit so I asked when he came back and that. He looked the same. He said I looked like I had put on weight. I asked muscle or fat. He said both. I must admit I now look like a more mature Kobe. Compare Kobe from when he was 18 to now and you'll see what I mean.

Then J arrived wearing a beanie. I hadn't seen him in a long time as well. I told myself to put any ill feelings in the past aside, and we chatted and got along well. But that was always a trait of ours - get along well face to face, but dislike eachother when we leave.

Then Mike and Carter arrived, and we started on the menu. I must say, we ordered some weird and funny stuff. Like the russian roulette thing where one of the six balls was filled with wasabi. I waited for everyone to eat theirs, and when no one had wasabi, I was like "diiiiiil", lol.

Then there was the swimming noodle machine at the end which was fun.

We talked about playing basketball on Saturday. I imagined it to be our old team, me, Fat Pat, Mike, J and Dunnycan. J told me he was having knee problems too, but he wasn't going to see a doctor about it. He also told me Andrew had torn his ACL twice - double ouch. It really made me think about my current situation. I was halfway there. Did I really want to risk anymore? Maybe I should just quit basketball now, and enjoy the ability to go for a jog.

When we finished, we parted from Fat Pat, and as we walked towards the main street, J mentioned his car. Apparently he had given his old car to his brother, and he was now driving an Audi TT. It reminded me of old times - he was always going to be the son of a rich businessman, and I was always the poor one. It made me reflect on my situation and made me feel how stupid I had been to gamble and go whoring. It gave me motivation to save more money.

Today I only had a half day at work. As I left work on Friday, Mary asked me about the bottle of Powerade I was holding, and I said it was just the residual from Wednesday night. She asked if it had been in the fridge and I said no, and then she said I shouldn't drink it. I drank it anyway, and shortly after started feeling a cold/sore throat coming on.

So I spent the weekend being sick, and was still sick today. I did my instructions for matters tomorrow, which took until lunchtime. I made some soup, then left work at 2pm. The headache was too much.