I just realised the other day my New Year’s Eve plans are totally botched up. Normally I go to the Falls Festival in Lorne (a music festival) but all the tickets have sold out. Ant reckons he’s going to just hire a good car on New Year’s Eve, and drive around town charging people $20 a shot to drive them to the other side of town. He reckons he’d make a killing, and he wants me to be his taxi pimp and find drunk people to drive around. I’m not sure I want to say I welcomed in the new millenium by being a taxi pimp, but we’d sure make a bit of money. What a life I lead, New Year’s Day in 2000 stuck in a car…
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At work someone’s organised a Spanish breakfast tomorrow, but to be honest, all the food that’s being offered doesn’t really sound too crash hot. Me and Ant have opted out of the occasion, it costs $15 and we don’t think we’d eat $15 of food. One girl who found out how much it cost wanted to know what she was getting for her money…
Girl about to be robbed of $15: So what food is there going to be?
Woman organising breakfast: Well, there’s going to be CREAMY MUSHROOMS ON TOAST!
Girl about to be robbed of $15: I don’t like mushrooms
Woman organising breakfast: There’s also going to be EGGS!
Girl about to be robbed of $15: I don’t like eggs
Woman organising breakfast: And tortilla prociutto – SPANISH POTATO OMELETTES!
Girl about to be robbed of $15: I don’t want to eat potatos for breakfast
Woman organising breakfast: And churro – SPANISH DONUTS!
Girl about to be robbed of $15: I don’t want to eat donuts for breakfast
Woman organisng breakfast: And lots of different kinds of JUICES!
Girl about to be robbed of $15: Looks like I’m going to have to try and drink $15 worth of juice.