After work we headed down to the Belgian for a few drinks, partly in celebration of my impending marriage. I had a Leffe Blond, and a couple of Hoegaardens. Nice. One of my mates has kinda ruined it for me though. He wrote:

Apparently the real Hoegaarden tastes a lot stronger than the stuff we have. My flatmates tell me nothing tastes closer to spew. The next time you have a pint, taste it carefully. They've freshened it up for our tastebuds, but everytime I have a pint now I can taste what they say!

Next up we went to the Wembley, which was quite disappointing, though this was partly my own doing. I thought VB is cheap, and I'm drunk enough that I shouldn't mind it too much. My reasoning was flawed, especially after coming from the Belgian. I think VB tastes more like spew than Hoegaarden. Since the place was dead and the beer was shit, we didn't stay long.

I had a kebab, as you do.

Then we went to the Floreat. They wouldn't let me in because I was in shorts, having not planned on kicking on after the Belgian. And it was hot that day. I generously offered to fuck off home so as not to ruin the evening for everyone, started walking, ended up getting a bus into the city due to a chronic cab shortage, and then got a cab home from there.

The cab driver asked what the public holiday was for. I said labour day, he asked if it was for the politicians. Interesting theory.

Anyway, a good night overall.

Saturday

It was so long ago I'm struggling to remember. We were getting furniture delivered that morning. My shower was rudely interrupted by the sound of the furniture truck reversing. I hate that.

I hoped to play tennis in the afternoon but it was raining.

We had a takeaway dinner then went to evil Mr Cha Cha's rehearsal in the city. We only ended up going through the routine three times in about an hour and a half. Throughout the whole ordeal I was amazed at how poorly organised everything was. I guess that's what happens when arts graduates run things.

Sunday

Went around to my fiancée's place to do wedding stuff. The violinist came around to give us a demo. He was good. Then we printed the place cards for the reception and stuck them all together. We also worked out who was sitting where, which took ages. After you get your tables sorted you have to assign seats to everyone such that the closest relatives get the so-called good seats.

That evening was Mr Cha Cha's dancing thing. We arrived "late" (ie half an hour before then thing started) and the nazi arts graduate tried to move us into a new line away from everyone that we recognised. She lost that argument. Our late arrival was partly intentional since we knew they were going to make everyone stand around in a hot underground carpark that smelt like piss.

Eventually we went back to surface level. It seemed everyone else was more excited than I was. The routine went fine I guess. The audience seemed to like it. Then we stood around watching other people dancing. It was boring.

Monday

My fiancée came over in the morning and gave me a dancing lesson for the bridal waltz. No rest for the wicked, but at least I'm more motivated for this one. It seemed at the end that I remembered less than I did the last time that we went through it. My fiancée has choreographed the whole thing. She's quite clever.

Went over to mum's place to replace the power supply in her computer which had been acting up recently. Hopefully the 250 watt replacement I dragged out of my second draw works better than the 300 watt one that she had.

Then I played tennis; three sets again this week. We had another good game though I didn't play as well as last week. Final score was 6-3 6-7 3-6. The tiebreak went to 11-13, so it was pretty damn close.

Then I cooked myself a curry for dinner, and now I'm here listening to Ben Lee and typing this. I don't like his new album much.