Paying by the hour

Last night was the first time I've ever paid for a room by the hour. No, it's not what you think. It was all a part of a quite random evening but I guess what do I expect when I don't plan my Saturday night. It started very depressingly with me drinking at home (alone) and watching an even more depressing rugby game. I then found someone to go out with (yay) - a friend of my cousin (random event number one). I met up with him and some of his friends at an out of the way pub and listened to irish fiddling while jigging it up on the dance floor (random event number two). We then were kicked out of there as the place was closing and the boys, as they are, wanted food. Headed into Northbridge and ended up playing spacies (that's space invaders for those who don't know) at a random kebab place (random event number three). After that the five of us hired a room at a karaoke joint for an hour and sung (terribly) what was considered karaoke hits (final random event). If someone had asked me what I thought I'd be doing (and a couple of people had) I would never have thought that that's what I'd do. I can't say that I didn't have a good time cause I did.

On a different note, it's pissing down cats and dogs at the moment and I'm rather liking the sound it's making on my tin roof. Definately curling up in bed with a good book weather but equally I feel it's going out with the girls and having a boozy lunch weather...oh for weekends off and late starts on a Monday. Thanks Miles, I knew there'd be a way to make the shift swap advantageous.