Random Road Trip: a long day full of irrelevancies & sequential non-sequiturs

So, last night was Jasmine’s 21st, a toga party, which was very good, and much fun, and so on. But since people reading this, by and large, either don’t know Jasmine (but would probably like her) or were there, I feel that to recount the events of that evening would be pointless, not to mention that unless events of notable impact occurred, it’s usually best, I think, not to intellectualise fun evening of this variety.

Suffice it to say that the plan of putting the Legolas cutout on her bed surrounded by red rose petals was a success. If anyone wants pictures, post a comment, and I’ll email them to you. Otherwise, on with the post.

After we got home, at about 1:30, I was tired, and went to bed, to read a bit before sleeping, as is my wont. At five o’clock in the morning when I eventually finished “Draco Malfoy and the Tome of Entrapment” by Saber Shadowkitten, I realised what time it was, and went to sleep. (yeah, a little too absorbing a tale, perhaps)

As such, I woke up today at 1pm (although I often do even when I get to sleep at a reasonable time also). It seemed such a nice day (even though we were out of marmalade) that Catie and I decided we needed to do something. We were unable to decide, eventually, so we settled for a random road trip: drive onto the nearest major road, and follow some car to wherever they’re going. So we did. We almost went to Newcastle, but ended up lost in Chatswood instead. And so, in the spirit of randomness, we thought to go and try and find were Tim worked, and, if he was there, say hi.

After searching far and wide in Chatswood Chase, trying on cloches (Catie looked great, I looked distressingly like Jack Lemon in Some Like It Hot, one of the best movies ever: watch it this week sometime), and buying cool teas (Chilli Kiss and Ginger Spice were the flavours du jour, mmm…), we came to a realisation: the was no Angus and Robertson in the whole place. But why? Has Tim lied to us? If so, why? Were we going slowly mad? If so, why? Could you poison hats with psychoactive drugs to make people unable to find friends’ workplaces? If so, again, why?

And then we realised that Angus and Robertson was in Westfield, two blocks up, and ambled sheepishly thither.

After wandering this confusing place for a while, in the spirit of randomness, we decided to cheat, and looked at a store directory. After minimal further lostnesses, we found A&R and Tim. Success!

Tim gave us his new blog address, www.mechablogzilla.blogspot.com and we went and had lunch. At 5.

Tim, unwisely, took us up on our offer to give him a lift home. But first, we thought, we’ll just follow this car in front of us for half an hour. All the way to Epping Road, where we (accurately) decided that my car needed to be washed. So we went to the car wash on Epping road, bought lollies, and were informed that the car wash was out of service. The only other carwashes we could think of were in Burwood and on the M4. And the Burwood ones were likely closed. So we drove randomly on. Near theM2, an idle remark lead to us Questing all the way to Penrith to pick up my other other watch (speaking of which, yay!). Whereupon we ended up having roast lamb dinner with my family. When we (eventually) left, many duck-walked-into-a-bar jokes later (well, two), we drove back down the M4, and to the car wash, which was, frustratingly, also not working. Now convinced that there was a conspiracy at work, and refusing to be beaten, (I would like to work in the word “indomitable” here, but can’t be bothered), we exited the M4, drove down it the other direction again in order to access the carwash on the other side, and finally managed to do so.

Car washes really are great, aren’t they? So scary and exciting. We laughed we cried (largely with laughter after-) we screamed in fear. Especially those great big whirring brush thingies. Catie and I nobly resisted the temptation to use our executive front seat powers to open Tim’s window. It was a near thing, though.

After this excitement, we U-turned once more, and eventually got Tim to his house. Then we moseyed on home, some 7 hours after we had decided just to go out for half an hour, and I had to do my nasty ole Latin exercise.

After that, I set about accidentally proving one of those universal laws: that which is heaps of fun at the time, and hugely hilarious if you’re there, is terribly dry and dull, when recounted in text.

Nonetheless, it’s been a good day, and I leave you with that immortal truth: “Guess you had to be there”.