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Friday, February 1st, 2008
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9:10a
even though the long weekend didn't officially affect me (as a general slacker/casual worker person), I chose to participate in it anyway. And why not? There were drinks to be had, ice-creams to be eaten and TV that desperately needed to be watched. I even spent time with my family.
Starting the week with Tuesday rocked. I wish Monday didn't exist. I woke up realising that it was Good Living day (which I still look forward to even if the GL is a bit boring these days) and that my favourite trashy TV show was on that night. And all I had planned was to finish my book, cook dinner and watch a DVD.
I'd also promised to take the little boy (who grows rapidly, possibly daily and is nearly as tall as me) to the sushi train and then for ice-cream. It was the last day of his school holidays and he needed to do something other than sharpen, line up and count his new HB pencils.
So excited was he that he tried, somewhat unsuccessfully, to burst into my room at 8am. He asked whether he should bring money along (of course not!) and checked the bus time table repeatedly. By 10am we had already agreed that mint choc-chip was the best ice-cream flavour ever. He waited patiently as I went for a run and greeted me upon my return at the front door, clutching a massive glass of water with 3 heart-shaped icecubes floating up top. 'Have you sweated excessively?' he asked, 'Are you incredibly hungry now??' It was 11am.
He needed to be constantly reminded that it was impolite to press his nose right up against the perspex lids of sushi as it glided by. He picked out my favourites but required strong recommendations when selecting his own. I declared that everything was chicken, only about 1/4 actually was but so long as it wasn't sashimi he was happy. The poor boy had a bit of a food poisoning incident the week prior and was petrified of uncooked anything. He mentioned diahorrea frequently, like any 11 year old boy would.
He ate an adult sized ice-cream and I opted for the kids version. Our roles had reversed not just in our ice-creams but in the selection process. Paralysed with indecision at the counter, I flitted between my childhood staple of Spotty Dog (chocolate and vanilla ice-cream with choc chips! It's like a cousin of the Choc-Vanilla surprise pancakes at the Rocks!), cool bananas, chocolate brownie and mint-choc chip. 'Get Cool bananas,' he said matter-of-factly, 'You've been talking about it for the last two hours.'
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