Take the kids to laser tag, meet a fan of the show. Wake up, make a new random tourist friend! Boy oh boy, it seems I'm popular this week!
'I VOTED FOR YOUR SONG!'
This is how I met fan Jeff last night at laser tag. While my kids went pew pew pew deep in that dark maze, I walked past Jeff he said hi and revealed that he voted for my pick in the latest round of Fight For Your Flashback. I thanked him for his support (unfortunately I lost that song battle 19-2) and mentioned it was nice to meet someone listening in, which it truly is. Coming up to six months of me being back on breakfast, it's still a nice buzz when someone says they listen to you on the way to work each day.
And the song I didn't win with? Well it's such a glorious start to the music of the 2000's...
I WOKE UP TO A NEW FRIEND
Dear Penthouse, things like this never usually happen to me but I feel compelled to share my tale- no wait, it's nothing like that. But I did wake to a strange message on Whatsapp where I'm often messaged by people I've never met wanting to be my new best friend.
Today it was Rose from Glasgow who apparently has just bought a flat in my old
stomping ground of Richmond Victoria. She messaged to let me know that she's
pretty busy this week, which is nice I guess.
Also for some reason
she thinks my name is Henry.
But mistaken identity (again) aside, Rose is keen to be my friend. Because she's just moved her as she mentioned and because 'I am tourist.' Because that's what you do when you're a tourist in any country, buy a pricey flat in a trendy and expensive suburb and then troll Whatsapp for new pals. And after I pointed out that pretty decently sized plot hole, she went quiet.
Does this mean we're not friends now Rose? Rose?
Well that was fun while it lasted!
AS COLD AS ICE!
More annoying than whatever Rose is up to has to be the app OneDrive, who has
been bombarding me with messages to tell me that it can't sync my data on
account of it being frozen. Well okay then, I deleted the app.
Buuuut...the
messages keep coming. On the hour, every hour. Which is not even slightly
amusing considering I just asked it to vacate my phone. I don't care that
you've been backing up everything I've ever taken a picture of (like cars and
lawnmowers) as I don't ever remember asking you to do that in the first
place.
No I don't need to see my deleted snaps again, it's fine,
you keep them. \
Edit: Annoyingly I had to reinstall it to sign out of it. Have a peruse on this thread and look for the answer from Mr McHugh. Thanks Hughsey!
LEARN TO RUB YOUR MEAT IN THE EARLY AM
Sounds suss but I'm talking about the latest NSW Tafe online course where you could become a BBQing machine in no time, taking on their latest BBQ Pit boss course. However when I mentioned this to Lu, specifying the importance of meat rubs and grill temperature checks in the early hours:
'I'm sorry, I'm not getting up at 3am to rub anyone or anything...'
Killer.
TOMORROW
In my mind Friday has rolled around way too quickly but again, I'm happy for the end of the working week once again. We're going to be talking Footy Finals, crack open a few more pretty poor dad jokes, talk about the 80's and bring forth the weekend.
I wonder how many new friends I'm going to wake up to tomorrow as well?
Chat then
-Almigo
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