The best thing about coming off graveyard shift
onto the dreaded afternoon shift is that it's pretty much a long weekend.
It's important to make the most of it.
Plus it's PRIDE weekend.
So when I arrived home from work at 6.30am on Friday
morning I set my alarm for 12pm.
I was gonna get shit done.
Fun stuff.
After waking I devoured breakfast, which consisted of hot tea accompanied by
fresh bread covered in cream cheese,
peppered slices of tomato and a sprinkling of spring onions to boot.
Then came the question of what to do with our afternoon.
Every few weeks my partner reminds me that we bought
and therefore own tennis rackets.
The conversation goes something like this:
Me - "I'm bored... wanna do something?
Candice - "We could play tennis?"
Me - 'Ummm. Nah. Something else."
For way too long now I have been getting away with that.
So when I asked what we should do with the gloriousness of Friday afternoon
I already knew what was coming.
Candice - "We could play tennis?"
Me - "Gahhh. Fine but only so you shut up about it"
So we did.
You know what?
I absolutely loved it.
It shall be happening on a weekly basis now.
Who would've thought.
After our little sports adventure we were hungry.
For dinner we decided on Indian.
With a BYO bottle of wine in my hand, the deliciousness that is a
paneer and cream based curry followed.
Next step for our Friday night in - movies.
We chose these little gems.
Both were really great... though I have a soft spot for
Zooey Deschanel and also Paul Rudd
so I suppose 'Our Idiot Brother' wins out of the two.
Effing hilarious.
Next morning I had a sore head.
Like really sore.
Saturday morning we were supposed to be meeting our friend Dena in the Valley.
However due to my poor sore head I couldn't quite get moving.
Candice was still keen but my failure as a person was preventing us from leaving the house.
I mentioned my dilemma/hangover to Dena through text.
She decided to come drive 35 minutes to pick us up.
Ahhhhhh hallelujah.
Bringing with her some KFC chips.
Does this chick know my hang over cure or what.
I swear when I saw her standing at our front door holding out that packet of
salty goodness there was a giant fucking halo above her head.
By the time we reached the pub I was so thirsty.
It was a gorgeous day and it just seemed the right thing to do.
We beered it up pretty good and the weather stayed perfect for us :-)
However all good things must come to an end.
We decided a mission to find Mexican then home to our puppies was a must.
Sunday morning = PRIDE
Pride day comes but once a year.
I realised today that my first Pride march was 10 years ago.
It got me thinking about where gay rights are at the moment.
Equal rights have come so far over the years.
After watching a speech a few months ago from a speaker who
lived through the last 60 years of homophobic culture it made me feel things.
Angry.
Tearful.
Included.
Frustrated again.
Motivated.
It seems unlikely but it wasn't until I was 19 that it became legal to kiss
a partner of the same sex in public.
I suppose it was one of those out dated qld rules that people forgot existed.
But technically I could have been arrested for giving my partner a kiss on the lips in public.
It's just out-fucking-rageous.
I will always attend Pride every year it happens.
It's a happy place to be.
My beer speaks for me "Hello BEER".
Oh and where else could I witness a gay dancing koala in a police uniform.
Protected by rainbow flag wielding police back up team.
Aww yeah.
It's been one hell of a weekend and the best thing yet is that
I don't have to start work until 2pm tomorrow afternoon.
Oooooo yeah.
I suppose I'll find a nice shady spot with my book.
>_<