We stayed in and watched television. We watched the footy and ate Japanese. I ate sushi and drank chilled water, Shane and Matt drank red wine out of buckets, as they do.
Shane's back from Sydney. He's been in South Sydney on a conference where the food was served bay-marie style.
"It probably wasn't good before it even went in there and then they allowed it to sit for an hour. I was trapped on the highway in a local (pokies) club out of Cronulla with no other choices for eating anywhere else. It was hell."
Shane was barracking for Collingwood, it's where he's lived for the passed five years and Matt was going for Geelong. Shane said do you want to make a bet to make it interesting?
Sure, said Matt.
Winner goes top, said Shane.
Matt smiled his cheeky smile and agreed.
David came home, from dinner with an old sex buddy, and did card readings for all of us. I got prosperity and abundance, thanks to Lakshmi. The card said we should make a shrine to her as it would please her and the place for it was in the left hand corner of the house looking in from the front, which meant a corner of the lounge room. David was so excited that he said he was going to vomit - which is the highest form of praise for anything from David.
Oh and Day 5, I here you ask? I had a couple of joints, is that so bad? I haven't smoked any thing all week, and still no cigarettes for months, which must count for something?
None of us were going out. It was stumps not long after midnight.
"Ready for bed," said Matt, with his trade mark cheeky grin.
"Sure," said Shane. "I'm up for it."
"Damn right, loser," said Matt.
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