Saturday morning..

As I've done the last few Saturdays, I dragged myself out of bed at some point, probably around 10.30am, and then sat around.

There was absolutely nothing to eat in the place.

While I was sitting around doing nothing, my mate, the drummer, called me up, to find out what I was doing, I told him the truth, that I was doing nothing, since I was literally doing nothing.

He asked if I wanted to go and do something, and I said I was happy to do anything.

He said he'd come and get me in a little while. I then started doing something, I went and had a shower, and got ready.

My mate turned up, and I went and got in the car. We drove out to Erina, went to the music shop where I bought my bass amp, and we looked at the drum kit.

We're trying to work out how to mount the drums on the new drum kit that I bought for my mate properly, since it doesn't look right, but the drum kit they had, had totally different hardware.

We spent a little bit of time browsing around, I've been thinking of getting another bass, a slightly more expensive one than the one I've got now, and maybe a small practice amp, perhaps to take to Maitland, so I can play the guitar during the week.

I looked around, and decided that I'd buy the stuff once I was actually living in Maitland.

We left there, and walked next door, into the bottle shop. We had to find something to get for our mate (the lead guitarist), since it was his birthday a few days ago (on Thursday), and we're going out to dinner for it tonight.

We looked around, and eventually decided to get our mate a bottle of "42 below", which is a vodka, made in New Zealand, that's 42 percent alcohol, and made 42 degrees below the equator.

I found a bottle of wine (eventually), to take with me to the restaurant tonight. This place was hopeless, almost every bottle of wine had preservative 220 in it.

We paid for the grog, and then left. My mate wasn't too interested in having lunch, but I told him that I was starving, and wanted to go to the pub across the road to get some lunch.

We went over there, and got some lunch, I had fish and chips, and my mate just got some wedges.

We got a drink, and went and sat outside, drank, and then got the food, ate, chatted.

We left there, and my mate was going to drop me at home, but we decided to stop in at our mate's place on the way, to speak to his dad (since our mate was working today), to find out exactly where the restaurant was, since all we knew, was that it was "at Terrigal".

We stopped in, sppoke to our mate's dad, he explained where the restaurant was, and then we left, and my mate dropped me at home, and then he went home (assumedly).

I sat and watched tv for a while, and then I went inside, and collected the mail that had arrived during the week.

There were a couple of letters, the first was the fine, that Mum had called me about, I looked at that, but already knew all about it, and the fact I was screwed, even though the rego details were totally wrong (my mate's car, not my bike), it would have cosat me $2000 to go to court to argue it.

The next letter, was from Sydney City Motorcycles, where I bought my bike. The headline on the letter was "We want your bike!". I immediately thought "well you can fucking well have it!".

It crapped on about upgrading your bike, trading in etc. Well, I'd trade it in, but it's a bit hard to take it 100km for them to look at it, and buy it off me.

The other mail that had arrived, was a postpak, I opened it, it was the watches I'd bought off ebay the other day, to replace my watch, which had fallen apart.

I sat and fiddled with the watches. They're both silver, analogue watches. One has crystals to mark the 3/6/9/12 hour positions, and a dial around the outside, with minutes or something marked on it, and it comes with 4 different coloured dials.

The other is a bigger, chunkier silver watch, with a fixed dial.

I put the silver dial on to the other watch, rather than the red/blue one it came with on, and while I was doing that, the band came off the watch face, at one end of the band.

I managed to put that back on, I just had to put the pin back in.

I got a message on my phone, from my drummer mate, he said he was leaving his place at 4.30pm and would come and pick me up.

I waited around, and a bit before 5pm my mate turned up.

He came in, told me that he didn't know what was going on, because no one had rang him, and no one was answering their phones.

We sat and listened to music for a while, and I looked at the website of the restaurant we were going to, to see if it was BYO wine or anything.

By the look of the menu, it wasn't, and it looked bloody expensive too.

We eventually left my place, about 6pm I think, and went to the place where my mate who works at ABC's sister's boyfriend lives at (who's also the cousin of my drummer mate).

We parked there, went into the house. We had a quick chat, and I met the guy who's been living in there, the guy who burnt out their kitchen a few weeks ago.

It jogged my memory, and on my way out, I stuck my head into the kitchen, and saw that the burnt cupboards had now been ripped out.

The guy's parents were there, I haven't met them before, we usually only go around there when they are out, and we're having a party or something.

About 6.30pm, we jumped in the car, my mate who works at ABC's sister's car, her, her boyfriend, my mate and I.

The guy's gf gave us her ipod, it had a great long cable running from it to the stereo, this was probably better than the itrip.

I put some music on, and we started driving to the restaurant. Along the way, we went over a couple of bumps, and it would cause the ipod to pause. This was a bit weird I thought.

(I asked her about it a couple of weeks later, and she explained that it was to do with the cable coming out of the headphone jack a little bit, and causing the ipod to pause).

We got to the restaurant, about 7pm, maybe a bit earlier, and went into the carpark. My mate and his family had just got there, in front of us (they'd just got out of the car), and had taken the last car spot.

I told the guy to just park them in, since we'll be going at the same time, but he wouldn't do it, so I got out of the car, and the others mucked around going back out of the carpark, to find a spot on the street.

I'd taken the bottle of grog for my mate with me (I didn't bring the wine, since I couldn't drink it here), and then went into the restaurant.

I sat down at the table, gave the vodka to my mate, and explained that it was from our mate (the drummer) and I.

The others came in, they'd found a parking spot, and sat down at the table. There were 10 of us at the table.

We looked at the menus, looked like a bloody expensive place, ordered some starters, which we eventually got.

My mate who works at ABC's sister picked out the wine that she wanted, I said I'd go halves with her.

While we sat and waited for the wine, and starters, her boyfriend told us about how he'd won $2800 on the pokies the other week.

Apparently he'd been playing the dollar machines, and had one free spins, and it came up with 5 of the high paying things in a row, and won $2500 from that, and about $300 with the rest of the free spins.

He told us that he was going to go on a holiday with it.

We were brought out the starters, ate them, kept chatting, and then ordered our mains.

We chatted while we waited for those, and were eventually served.

The serves were tiny, for something I'm paying $30 for.

I ate all the meal, and then when we were all finished, we got the bill. No one got a desert, because the prices were ridiculous, a 350mL bottle of Cognac (sp?) was about $80.

I estimated that the bill would be about $500, and when it came out, it was $504.25. We should have run a pool on it.

We decided to pay $50 each, but our drummer mate piked out, saying that he'd only had his main meal, and one beer, so he was only going to pay $35, and did.

At this point I realised I had no cash on me, so I got him to lend me $50, so that I could pay for mine.

We paid, (they didn't work out who hadn't paid their $50), and then we went outside, and chatted for a while, this was about 9pm I think.

I decided that I'd go with my mate (the guitarist), rather than my drummer mate, since it got me closer to home, if I had to get a taxi to get back.

The other 3 I'd come with left, and I went with my guitarist mate, jumped in his mum's car, along with his mum, stepdad, dad.

We drove to the leagues club, and went into the carpark, and drove around looking for a parking spot.

I suggested that we park underneath, which most people think is staff parking, but they just continued driving up, looking for a spot.

Eventually, after getting right up to the roof, finding no spots available, and making our way back down, someone left, and we drove up the wrong way, and into the spot.

We went into the club, and immediately everyone went in a different direction. I went and got a drink, and then wandered around, looking for the others, but I couldn't find anyone.

I gave up, and started playing the pokies, that was a waste of time and money. I went up and looked in the pool room, in case they'd gone up there, but they hadn't.

I went back down, wandered around, and then ended up wasting more money in the pokies.

My mate's dad came up to me, asked me where the others were, and I told him that I had no idea, he hadn't been able to find them either.

He told me that he was leaving, going to walk home, and when (if) I found the others, to let them know.

I went looking around again, and eventually found my mate, in the bar near the noise room, with a few people he works with.

I sat down, and didn't really join in with their conversation, since it was about Target, where I don't work.

I had a couple of drinks, and then the others wandered off, and it just ended up being my mate and I sitting there, waiting for the others to come back.

They didn't so we gave up, and went back out to the pokies. I had another 3 drinks, and we played the pokies.

I wasted more money, ended up winning the feature on one pokie a few times, and pretty much ended up with my money back.

I decided to go home at midnight, so I went out, and got a taxi home. The taxi went past my mate, walking home.

I got home, about midnight, paid the fare, and when I got out of the taxi, I dropped more change on the road. I'm getting good at that.

I went inside, watched tv, and went to sleep.