Happy Days

SMS. 7.38. Morning my friend, what a pleasingly fresh day today! Faster, higher, stronger for me. How are you? – Tom

I left home with time to spare, so I decided to walk the whole way into Bourke Street. It is my meditation, my time to gather my strength and charge up my wings of steel for the shitty office in which I work.

SMS. 8.31. Morning miss. Here I am resplendent in short sleeve shirt & it’s only going to be 25. Oh well the cool is nice – Christian

SMS. 8.31. Isn’t it lovely to not be sweating :) – Tom

I was walking up Young Street passed the hideous new building with the copper front and the wind was blowing strongly. Those buildings in Young Street are all being turned into apartments. The hideous one with the copper front used to be a mechanic workshop, that wasn’t all that long ago.

SMS. 8.36. (Rachel) Gotta luv the weather today – Christian

SMS. 8.38. (Tom) This is gorgeous! I luv the wind, it makes me feel alive – Christian

SMS. 8.38. Feels great doesn’t it, that alive thing! – Tom

SMS. 8.40. Yes, alive is good. Better than the alternative, hey – Christian

SMS. 8.39. Gotta luv that we’re upright & breathing. Friend died Sunday, went 4 a bike ride, found dead in a ditch, presumed heart attack. Funnily enuf his wallet & mobile stolen! Life is fucked – Rachel

SMS. 8.40. How awful! Poor luv – Christian

SMS. 8.41. Boo hoo – Rachel

SMS. 8.44. The wind is blowing, the sun’s not shining, but life’s still good – Christian

SMS. 8.46. Fuck it. It’s a fleeting sense that will pass, but not 2 say u can’t enjoy the moment, cynicism my specialty 2day – Rachel

SMS. 8.51. Exactly! Ask me tomorrow for an alternative answer – Christian

I walked to work in my short sleeved shirt, after I found out it was only going to be 25. Bugger! My timing is always lousy. Still, looking on the bright side, once I get to work, I don’t have to wait outside in the fresh air for my sweat to abate.

600 Bourke Street, looms large in the mornings. Up to the 40th floor and the evil law firm, Bitches Inc. Leave your good intensions at the door. Slags ahoy!

The day was a normal day sloshing about in the bile that is the black law firm. Think gumboots and rubber aprons and eye goggles to try and avoid the poison that is spat out by the bitches who are employed in the office next to mine.

I’m not in hurry to leave the office, which makes a change from my usual day. I just have to walk up Elizabeth Street to Kym’s building.

SMS. 17.24. Hello, have just knocked off so will b w8n with bated breath 4 u 2 arrive – Kym

SMS. 17.39. On my way, with my tummy a flutter with gastric juices – Christian

I followed a gorgeous boy up Bourke Street, the kind with a pronounced crack up his arse, into which the seam of his jeans was disappearing with every step.

SMS. 17.41. Following a nice piece of arse! – Christian

SMS. 17.41. U slut – Kym

SMS. 17.44. :p – Christian

I had dinner with Kym, at Melbourne Central. we meet after work. We ate in the laneways of Melbourne central. I like the way it has been built with laneways, just like old Melbourne. It is kind of comforting. Kym drinks wine by the glass, as she drove. I ate cheese gnocchi. Kym had steak with mushrooms. I drank red wine, just the one glass. Kym drank white. 

Shane left a garbled message on my answering machine, something about losing his car and needing someone to help him find it.

But, I was out to dinner, so what could I do. Of course, with Shane that is code for her got plastered during the day and couldn’t drive home. Garbled means the same thing.

Kym drove me home after our dinner, in her blue Hyundai Getz. Straight up Lonsdale Street.

“Thank you for a love dinner,” I say as I jump out of the car.

“My pleasure, young man,” says Kym. “And thank you for a lovely dinner.”

I take the few steps to my front gate. Gotta luv summer, it is still day light. I feel like I have had a night, as I turn the key in the front door.