http://www.vintage-kennel.com/Images/RealFake/EasterEars.jpgOut of all the months of the calendar, I love April the most. It's a big call, but I reckon April rocks even harder than December because it's filled with long weekends and public holidays, which perhaps aren't as well deserved as the ones that gleam invitingly at the end of a long year come Christmas time in December.
Last weekend was the super duper double whammy of Good Friday and Easter Monday. Not surprisingly, on the Thursday before our extended long weekend, the office was buzzing with significantly reduced brain capacity, crazed excited grins, April Fools' jokes which succeeded, others which were foiled moments before execution, victorious warcrys by the sly tricksters, thinly veiled annoyance by the foiled tricksters and a general sense of holiday.
After all, when do you ever
ever get a 4 day weekend??
As usual it went way too fast for everyone's own good. I left for Melbourne on Thursday night and was slightly suspicious because my plane was on time and landed early, Man from Mars strided up to me all snazzed up in his work suit and we motored out of there quicksticks to let the 4 day weekend celebrations begin.
On Friday we watched Blood Diamond - insightful, scary, whizzing bullets and Leo doing an excellent attempt at a South African accent, which only occassionally lapsed into Cockney English when the going got especially tough.
On Saturday, we woke up at the splendid hour of 11:30 am and ate a bonza breakfast of porridge, juice, banana and two toasted hot cross buns topped with generous lashings of butter. That's right, the breakfast of (non-athlete) champions.
Breakfast was then suitably followed by Lunch not more than an hour later, which turned into a reunion of sorts when Man from Mars and I ran into two of my friends from uni. We exchanged zillions of "HII! How are you!"s all round and decided to have lunch together. It was a nice catch up, but after we'd eaten all our food, and paid the bill I did what I always do when it's long weekend time: I freak out that we're simply not doing enough and decide that we're going to have to absolutely cram our days full if we're gonna make this 4 day weekend better than a regular 2 day weekend.
Me:
It's already 3 o'clock and it's already Saturday and then tomorrow's Sunday and then I'll be going home on Monday!!! I wail.
Man from Mars: That's okay, we've still got the rest of today and Sunday and Monday! he states matter of factly.
Me: Nooo but we haven't achieved anything yet and it's already been 2 days! I shout.
Man from Mars (patiently): Yes we have, we watched Blood Diamond, caught up with your friends and tomorrow we're gonna see Arj Barker and go out for dinner... we have heaps to do!
Me: I supposeeee. And then because of the inconsolable child I can be, Man from Mars decided to buy us mountains of gelato to get my mind off the need to achieve big things on the long weekend.
After that, the weekend went even faster. We went home, played Archery on his Wii (where Man from Mars revealed this uber competitive side that I've never seen before in my life- eg. he stomped both feet simultanously on the ground and hissed: "Oh F!ck" when he accidentally released the z button and let his arrow zoom off into the land of nowhere) and then we watched 500 Days of Summer.
On Sunday, we had yum cha, went bike riding, got sore groins, and then went and saw Arj Barker at the comedy festival. Two goons got kicked out because they were being drunk and disorderly. They did that stupid bow which goons do when they think their goon antics will be appreciated by the wider community. Thing is, everyone thought they were first class goons and they got booed out of the hall. Having said that, Arj was super funny. Mr Russia from work was there with his mini miss and we hollered "HI HOW YOU GOING!" to each other in front of Starbucks before going in.
And then all too quickly, so sad, too bad, it was Monday. We ate our usual breakfast for (non-athlete) champions, swiftly followed by burgers for lunch and then it was time for the trek to the airport.
Me: Buhyeeeee, gloomily as I walked towards the gate to get my ticket scanned to get on the plane.
Man from Mars: Buhyeee see you on Anzac Day followed by a floppy wave of his giant hand even though I was still standing pretty much right next to him
Me: Okay buhyeeeee, followed by a floppy wave of my hand because now I'm at the scanner
Man from Mars: Okay buhyeee followed by a ginormous floppy wave so that his hand looked as big as a regular pizza
And then it got even more repetitive as I walked out of the lounge and you get the picture.
Meanwhile, was it just me or did the rest of the 4 day week go so slowly, it felt like watchng the sands through the hourglass on Days of Our Lives?
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