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magic- linda, the two harrys, feva and a holiday
I'm feeling really tired. Who knew that dandelions, stocktake sales and pineapple-and-Midori could be so exhausting?
My best friend from high school, Linda, is off on her first global adventure: Europe. Last night we had a farewell for her at Paddington Green. It was a pretty spunky place- corners of couches and strange blonde boys who offer you massages on behalf of Zones breath mints "for what you think it's worth". Fortunately he massaged Linda and not me- she was generous and gave him $10 (because she thought he was working for a charity- which he might have been, I'm not sure). I was going to give him a Tic Tac and a smile. I'm not a cheapskate- smiles are valuable, dude! Anyway, last night I learnt that Linda is a really good person to go to the pub with. After going to get our drinks (I ordered a small pineapple-and-Midori in honour of Meg, who got her P's first go yesterday), Linda handed me a mega-sized glass AND my money back. "You didn't buy this for me, did you?" I asked her. "Oh no- I just worked some of my Linda magic," she replied, with a mysterious smile. She then told me that she was chatting to the bar guy, and with a flick of her glossy brunette bob, she told him that she was going to Europe for a couple of weeks, and that she was really excited about it. "Here," he said, placing the glasses in front of her, "these are on the house." Ah. Gotta love having friends who are former models. AND who have winning smiles and a killer personality to boot. Linda quite often refuses to believe that she is so admired for her looks- I think that she thinks she got the free drinks because the guy thought it was cool she was going on holidays.
'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix' goes on sale today, and I have to say that I'm glad I'm not working. The reading was cancelled. I don't think that I could handle all the crowds today. On Thursday morning, I arrived at work to hear excited murmurs of "Harry's here!" And indeed, he was. He had arrived in these beautiful red boxes with yellow stars, and was promptly locked up in our storeroom. Whenever we wanted to get anything out of the storeroom, we had to go in with a business manager. I went in there once with Philippe to retrieve a book we had put on hold for a customer. I gazed longingly at those boxes, and asked Philippe, "Please, oh please can I open a box? Please? Just one?" He merely shook his head and said, "No, we are not allowed to. I do not see what the beeg fuss is all about- eet is just a book." "No! Why do you keep saying that?" I responded, aghast. "You have to read them! You don't understand!" "No," Philippe replied, "I am not like that. Anyway, eet is just a stupeed, boreeng book for cheeldren." I should get him to meet Meg and Nichi. That'd teach him. That day, we had so many people calling us to ask what the price was for the book. We didn't know, and even if we did, we wouldn't be allowed to tell. It was fun telling all the little kids who came by about the boxes and the secrecy surrounding them- the kids would become spellbound.
Tonight, FEVA is having a dinner and talk at another Harry Seidler place. I'm very excited. I'm going to wear my new special top that makes me look like a pop diva! It'll be so great to see the FEVA gang again. And I'm acting at the dinner, too!
Only 3 days until the holiday! I gotta get packing! Hmm...if only I could see the floor of my bedroom. |