So this weekend we went out to the Brash and Sassy EP launch at Manhattan’s. It was an excellent show. The fashion, the beats and the on-stage banter were all quite brash and, further to that, extremely sassy. On the other hand, the place was awash with hipsters and the support acts were way dull. We left early to pick up Tom and Eleesha’s kid from the babysitter.

On Saturday we watched some dvds, drank some beer and ate some instant-setting jelly. It was basically ideal.

Today my friend Kate invited me out to lunch with some of her friends. She hangs with a pretty diverse crowd, and including the two of us there were only three Australians there out of twelve people. They had some good food and were very friendly, although it is a bit hard for a reserved Australian like me to get a word in when the jovial, outsize Israelis are yakkin it up.

After that I did a 20k bike ride, which I’m pleased to say is starting to feel like a very short distance. Then I finished off a short story I was writing and did some ironing. Good weekend, I say.

In other news, Lucy was going to write a list of things she wanted to do before the age of 30, but didn’t make a very good start, so I’m wondering: what are the things that really should go on the list? The ‘Murtaugh list,’ shall we say. Because it’s only a couple of years before I’m thirty.

I was on the bus and it was going down the freeway. Plenty of traffic but it was moving fast. Suddenly the bus starts swerving from left to right. It’s a big bendy bus so it swerves slowly and all the passengers are holding on to their seats as goes one way and then the other. I wonder if the bus driver has gone nuts and is trying to run some cars off the road or maybe just wants to try and flip the bus over the barrier and into the bushes by the roadside. For some reason I’m smiling. It was cool. Anyway, the bus slowed down and the swerving stopped; I think it had something to with high winds bending the bus in the middle as it was driving along. I hope it happens again next time.

Man, yeah, I be tired today. It started around 2 or 3 pm. I just wanted to put my head on my desk and sleep. Maybe I should move to Mexico; that’s what they do there, isn’t it?

What happened on the weekend? Aw, well Saturday not much. I just caught up with my mum. Sunday I went to a shooting range with some guys from work and tried shooting some guns. It was pretty cool. I don’t indulge my inner redneck very often, but once in a while is fine. The place was pretty busy and I was surprised how many chicks were there. Hard to tell whether they were there to shoot some stuff for themselves or whether their boyfriends had brought them down to be impressed by the manliness (lol). Anyways, we crammed together into a little booth and they locked the door behind us so we couldn’t go on a shooting rampage or whatever. It was cosy. First they gave us a small pistol, which I was pretty good at, then they gave us a medium-size pistol, which was hard to hold onto. It was not at all like the movies, by the way. In the movies they don’t show the action hero squinting and standing real still while he lines up the sights to get an accurate shot, and they don’t show all the time it takes to cram the bullets in teh damn gun in the first place. In conclusion, shooting stuff is hard.

After that, Sunday night, I went round to Tom’s and watched 3rd Rock From the Sun. It was a lot better than we thought it was going to be. The pilot is actually quite funny. In fact, I’m going over there now to watch some more with Eleesha. Bye!