Sunday, October 31, 2010
Hello all! I hope you all had a nice weekend!
My weekend started badly. I had a horrible day at uni on Friday, followed by seeing an OK house. Then I went home and met my friend who was coming to fireworks with me. We convinced my boyfriend to take us to the fireworks so we wouldn't have to deal with the parking and the traffic. This also meant we could have a drink, since neither of us had to drive. I don't drink often, but it was one of those days.
The fireworks were fun, but we (stupidly) decided to get food at the event. On the flyer it said there would be a spit roast and salad bar with rolls, which sounded decent. Yeah....there was pizza, hot dogs, mini donuts, shaved ice... You get the idea. We didn't go too nuts, but bad food was eaten. Shaved ice was a must, I haven't had it for about 10 years! Ah well, it happens! The fireworks were awesome and fun and bright and loud. Very, very cool!
Then we went to see my friends band play. I did have another couple of drinks. but I also had a boogie too. It all evens out, right? It was just a night that I needed to enjoy myself and zone out a little.
Saturday I dragged the boyfriend to another fireworks show and my friends band was playing again. It was a HUGE event so my friend played infront of about 5000 people! Again, very pretty fireworks. Then I went back to my friends house for a couple of drinks (what is with me this weekend, I hardly ever drink then I do 2 days in a row) and a sleepover.
Sunday was a laaaaaazy day. We ended up around at my boyfriends parents place for dinner.
Can I have a quick vent about dinner? Thanks. OK, so my mother in law knows that there are things I don't eat (certain veggies) and things that I can't eat (dairy). She has always said that she won't cater for my dietary needs, but won't be offended if I don't eat something. This has worked well until last night. Last night we had a roast chicken (yum), bean salad (I hate beans with a passion) and cheesey potatoes (which would have made me very sick). So I sat down at the table with a piece of chicken. My boyfriend went looking for the fridge for me and heated up some lefover steamed potatoes so that I could have more then a piece of chicken for my dinner. Eventually my mother in law apologised for not making something I could eat but mainly my father in law was telling me about all the ways I could eat dairy and not get sick, like taking medications. I don't like medications. And I'm perfectly happy avoiding dairy since I don't like it that much anyway. So that was very akward and a little offensive. If someone is eating in my home I will always make sure that there isn't a dietary need I need to cater for. The upshot is I have told my boyfriend that I won't be eating at his parents house anymore. I don't like feeling like I am a burden because I eat differently from them. Another option would be bringing my own food, but if I'm gonna do that I may as well eat at home. Vent over.
On the house front, I saw the place I wanted on Friday. I was good and I filled out an application. It is attached to another house and I have now found out that they are wanting to rent out both houses to the same people. So the point in showing it to me was...? I emailed the agent and they said I could still apply but if they got an application from someone wanting the whole place instead of just the 2 bedroom part then they would get in over me. Great.
In better news, my friend has asked us to move in with her. Its not ideal but it would work. We would get a good sized double bedroom and Russell would get use of the spare room to put his computer in. It is close to the beach (100m) and its a fairly nice place. And it would be waaaaaay cheaper then renting by ourselves. And we like my friend, she is a nice person and she is barely home (1 night a week) so we would have the place to ourselves a lot of the time. We will probably go for it :)