Phew. Okkie, Thursday was unexciting work wise, but it was Heather's birthday and so a small celebration was to be held at Burt St. I took a bottle of red wine and my card and though I didn't know that Susan and Bridget were organizing a present I would have put in for that had I been asked.
Dinner and socializing was good, even though there were just the five of us there. This wrapped up around 10:30 pm and I cycled home.
On Friday I had lots of jobs to do, including pay the psych bills, getting my Progynova script refilled, hassling the bank about my card and so on. I did see the morning session of the Honors talks, some of which were quite good, others were painful to sit through.
That night was the big opening of Victor/Victoria. I didn't know what to wear and after showering and make-up was all in a fluster as to what to wear. I ended going with my satin pants and nice jacket and was grateful that the theatre was only a five minute walk away. I arrived just as the first bell rang to call people into the theatre. The performance (IMHO) was quite good and I definitely enjoyed myself. After the show finished (8pm - 10:45 pm)I chatted with Rob (from whom I had gotten the free ticket), indulged in some free champagne and chatted with some of the cast members.
At about midnight it wrapped up and I walked Rob back to his place in Braddon and… um… lets just say I broke an almost two year drought…
I wandered home in the morning and spent most of Saturday catching up on sleep, doing domestic chores, going to the gym and so on. I was bored and so that night I went and saw "Grass" a movie narrated by Woody Harrellson about the US and it's century long war on marijuana. It was quite good and kept me from getting too bored.
Sunday I had brunch in Ainslie with Peta, Peta and David and the usual company. It was raining and so I had to walk over and I was incredibly sweaty because of the heat and rain. It took me a while to cool down and the rather expensive meals meant I had a tiny croissant for breakfast. I got a lift back into town and went to the lab where I printed out my thesis in fits and starts after a lot of screaming at the computer. I also got to catch up with Illara, Ally and Krissy. Illara gave me an archive of all of her writings which I am going to have to wade through, especially the early stuff. In the afternoon I was starving and went into town for food, came home, napped and finally called my parents and chatted with them.
End prosaic catch-up.
I suppose you might consider there to be two weekends really. An "actual" weekend which consists of acts and deeds as listed above, and a "virtual" weekend which consists of what I thought and mused about. For example…
"I was walking along Cowper's St and it turned into Cox."
This is a joke, and may become clearer if you know where the Cowper's gland is located. Additionally, these were actually two streets I walked along on the way to brunch.
Anyway, did I actually delve into my thoughts and produce anything of interest? I haven't given too much thought to Friday night, I suppose I did it for myself and though I had thought of the possibility before it all happened, I hadn't planned anything. It's nice to feel wanted, though not in the sense of simply being a "chick with a…".
This week I've been trying to read a book on Ethics. I'm really just trying to gain a basic introduction, and Peta gave me two books to peruse, though I would have preferred to have a dialogue. I have the belief that in "ethics" and human behavior, that there is no empirical basis, no recourse to serve as a foundation, no argument which cannot be met with an irrefutable counter-argument. I suppose I'm disappointed that ethics is not like science.