Saturday, March 24, 2007
I'm cringin' in the rain
Yesterday's night market was an outstanding failure. Intermittent pouring of rain, a blackout, a bad decision on my part to wear shorts and my water-allergic wedges, over-priced food. Plus I was stood up not once but twice, and went home soggy and limping from a blister on my left little toe.
It was a promising start though. Garry and I had planned to meet up at 6, so I left the apartment promptly at half past five to get to uni on time. Only he didn't turn up. So I waited. And waited. And waited. And still no sign of the Gare Bear. I attributed this to his moody/ grumpy/ nicotine-withdrawal situation, so I called up Sheryl and we went around trying to get food while dodgy the tempermental skies.
I saw L, standing with a bunch of student union office-bearers near the stage, but then saw W hovering at the adjacent stall, so I thought better of going up to say hi to either of them. Instead, I ran to hide in the union house toilets; which, say it with me - clever! (And also - cowardly!)
I bought 4 taco pachi octupus balls for a $3.50, which (say it with me) DAYLIGHT ROBBERY! An exorbitant price for those delicious but so not-worth-3.50 octopus balls. Divine justice was dispensed, thankfully, when that particular stall suffered a blackout later on in the night.)
A bunch of Gen friends came over from Melb Central, and I don't really want to go into too much detail, but - misunderstanding on both parts. All is forgiven. And - thank God you missed those awful barbequed octopuses! (octopii?)
Al, Rahimy and I spent the rest of the night looking for cheap yummy grub. No such luck. We did get a few laughs out of people mishearing Rahimy's name. One girl started calling him "Mimi" instead. Trying to salvage his dignity, he introduced himself as "Ray" from then on.
It was a promising start though. Garry and I had planned to meet up at 6, so I left the apartment promptly at half past five to get to uni on time. Only he didn't turn up. So I waited. And waited. And waited. And still no sign of the Gare Bear. I attributed this to his moody/ grumpy/ nicotine-withdrawal situation, so I called up Sheryl and we went around trying to get food while dodgy the tempermental skies.
I saw L, standing with a bunch of student union office-bearers near the stage, but then saw W hovering at the adjacent stall, so I thought better of going up to say hi to either of them. Instead, I ran to hide in the union house toilets; which, say it with me - clever! (And also - cowardly!)
I bought 4 taco pachi octupus balls for a $3.50, which (say it with me) DAYLIGHT ROBBERY! An exorbitant price for those delicious but so not-worth-3.50 octopus balls. Divine justice was dispensed, thankfully, when that particular stall suffered a blackout later on in the night.)
A bunch of Gen friends came over from Melb Central, and I don't really want to go into too much detail, but - misunderstanding on both parts. All is forgiven. And - thank God you missed those awful barbequed octopuses! (octopii?)
Al, Rahimy and I spent the rest of the night looking for cheap yummy grub. No such luck. We did get a few laughs out of people mishearing Rahimy's name. One girl started calling him "Mimi" instead. Trying to salvage his dignity, he introduced himself as "Ray" from then on.
Labels: Food, Friends, University
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