A Series of Fortunate Events

It’s been a pretty hazy past week-and-a-half.

I used to think very much in days, hours even – before thinking of my time in weekly blocks and noticing changes every week. Recently it has been a blur and all the days just seem to run into one another. I find myself forgetting what day it is or simply forgetting what I ate for dinner last night, or even forgetting what I ate this morning. The smallest things have become smaller, so much so that it doesn’t seem like they exist.

Recently I feared that I may have been in a dark place again. Things that used to cheer me up instantly now require more effort, and I am in a perpetual state of not really feeling like doing anything.

The good thing is, I found a handful of things that have happened in the past week that have made me laugh.

The disco that wasn’t

A few weeks ago, Nick and I heard about an “After Work Disco” that took place Wednesday nights at a bar somewhere in the city. On Wednesday we decided to check it out. The idea of the After Work Disco was to play disco music from 6-10pm, as a way for people to get through the middle of the week.

Well, when we went there we were really disappointed. Since we ran a few errands at work and grabbed something to eat before we went to the disco, we arrived just after 9pm. The bar was completely empty apart from a young couple sitting on a couch, two guys having some beers at the bar, and an old man sitting all by himself in the side room seemingly staring into space.

Some disco that was.

The guy in that Apple Watch video

Nick is the first guy in this video on The Guardian. Nick is also the first guy in this video on NBC.

Short story long: Nick and I went to the Apple Store on the day the new Apple Watch was launched. Although we weren’t able to buy the watch, they were available for preorder that evening. We are both planning to buy one in the future. We just happened to be interviewed while we were at the store and I discovered the videos later that day. I didn’t spot myself in any. :( :( Clearly I am not a charming handsome guy.

The clothing bin

I cleaned out a lot of old pyjamas and other clothes last weekend. Discoloured, tattered clothes that were still okay to wear but in a hundred percent fantastic condition. Prior to cleaning them out, Nick and I were thinking of where to leave the clothes for charity or donation. The local Vinnies and Salvos stores were closed, so we went on the lookout for a clothing bin.

Nick remembered that there was one at a nearby train station, so we went there and located the bin. I had three bags of clothes and one bag of miscellaneous items including bags, cassettes and keyrings.

We opened the lid to the bin and managed to wedge a few bags in, but something was jamming the lid. It was a large dismantled venetian blind, and the cord had become caught on the lid to the bin.

Nick said, “Why would someone put venetian blinds in there, seriously?”

That guy the bus driver stopped the bus for just so he could relieve himself

I was on my way to a gig on Saturday (namely, Babaganouj – a band from Brisbane), catching a bus into the city. I’ve never caught a bus to the city at night (apart from one occasion where I was bored and running a little early so I wanted to take my time instead of catching a train) so I guess you could say it was a slightly interesting experience.

What I did not expect, though, was for the bus driver to stop part way along the motorway and wait for a passenger to get off the bus, hide behind a bus stop shelter, and take a leak.

“Is he taking a piss? Oh my god, tell him to piss off!”

The really, really, really, really, really bad iced coffee

We picked Nick’s sister up from work, and on the way back home we decided to buy some beverages. I chose the iced coffee after tossing up between that and a slushie. After taking a sip of the coffee, I realised I probably should have chosen the slushie. The coffee was so unbelievably bitter that I had an unpleasant time trying to down the thing.

After getting home I tried mixing plain vanilla ice cream into it, but after eating the ice cream blobs, I gave up. It was far too bitter even for any old coffee-lover, and too concentrated to even be considered coffee. I guess I tried to laugh at it.

Some random person trying to budge open the toilet door while I was in the toilet

I was in the disabled/unisex toilet at work, and I heard someone try to open the door pretty much as soon as I walked in and locked it. When I was washing my hands and just about to exit, someone was trying to open the door much more violently. I was about 93% sure that it was someone I disliked, and because the door opens outwards, I decided to open the door and shove it open really hard in the hopes that the person was standing right behind it.

Alas, the person was not, and the person was not the person I was thinking of either… it was just the cleaner.